setyoufree: (and he looked inside)
Benjamin L. Willard ([personal profile] setyoufree) wrote in [community profile] kingdomsofrain 2018-04-09 11:05 am (UTC)

This is happening. All of this is happening.

He dimly notes that no one's intervening (because there are other people here, aren't there? things are starting to swim toward awareness slowly toward awareness and he's in a public place and there are more than a few people here), isn't really surprised. Since when does anyone here (here, back home, back in what used to be home) stick their neck out for anyone else?

The guy's like a goldfish. Flopping ineffectual on the floor, small and drawn together and somehow getting louder every time he opens that mouth of his. He needs the guy to quiet down. He needs space so he can pull himself back together, and every word from this guy's an assault.

So he drops to a squat, eyes on the guy only. "Fella. Fella. Fella." It begins as a whisper, finally finding volume enough to maybe - maybe - filter through the shouting. "Could you shut your fucking mouth?

"No one's coming for you."

That's bleak, even for this asshole, and a little too true, and Willard picks up the fallen book nearest to him, holds it out toward the guy. "You, uh, dropped this."

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