04-12-2019, 07:40 PM
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[b]"I'm not on anything." He spoke seriously, wondering why exactly his friend would ask such a thing. Well, he might have had an idea, after all, he had just gone off the deep end. It was clear Sheogorath was having a bit of a breakdown. He lifted his hand from his cane, letting the weapon lean against his leg, and wiped his tired eyes with slender fingers. "You look like shit. And I'm not tired." He responded sharply, the hint of exhaustion in his tone ringing with clarity. But whatever. His eyes shifted, and swept around the exterior of the structure, wondering who else had heard his rant. Gabriel was nearby, someone he hadn't seen in a while, and then a newcomer, Santos, speaking so quietly, Sheogorath couldn't really hear, but he saw his mouth moving. Sheogorath narrowed his eyes.
"What was that? Didn't quite hear ya." The red head spoke with evident challenge. Sheogorath didn't know if Santos was talking shit, but he certainly hoped not. In his current state, the tired man probably wouldn't tolerate much of it. He perched his hand upon the pale blue glass eye of his carved wooden cane, and blinked away his exhaustion from tired, fiery hued eyes.
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[b]and i say to myself, what a wonderful world
Michael's voice snagged the red headed man's attention, and his skull shifted to allow for his sharp, flaming amber gaze to accommodate the other man's presence, the former soldier. The words of Mike shifted into awaiting ears, and Sheogorath frowned.[b]"I'm not on anything." He spoke seriously, wondering why exactly his friend would ask such a thing. Well, he might have had an idea, after all, he had just gone off the deep end. It was clear Sheogorath was having a bit of a breakdown. He lifted his hand from his cane, letting the weapon lean against his leg, and wiped his tired eyes with slender fingers. "You look like shit. And I'm not tired." He responded sharply, the hint of exhaustion in his tone ringing with clarity. But whatever. His eyes shifted, and swept around the exterior of the structure, wondering who else had heard his rant. Gabriel was nearby, someone he hadn't seen in a while, and then a newcomer, Santos, speaking so quietly, Sheogorath couldn't really hear, but he saw his mouth moving. Sheogorath narrowed his eyes.
"What was that? Didn't quite hear ya." The red head spoke with evident challenge. Sheogorath didn't know if Santos was talking shit, but he certainly hoped not. In his current state, the tired man probably wouldn't tolerate much of it. He perched his hand upon the pale blue glass eye of his carved wooden cane, and blinked away his exhaustion from tired, fiery hued eyes.
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and i see fire, blood in the breeze
[sup]AND I HOPE THAT YOU'LL REMEMBER ME