Now I know there's no one I can trust - I used to think there was
you can tell me that I'm cutthroat but I think you've got your eyes closed
you can tell me that I'm cutthroat but I think you've got your eyes closed
Right, lingo. It's the perfect out to save face, but Bart has ignored every open door in favor of running headfirst into their frames since childhood. He thinks that's why he lost his brain-to-mouth filter so young. That or he was dropped as an infant, because he goes for it shamelessly; "Means yer hot, man." Grumbling and slicking his wet hair back, he shoots a weird look at the man for being so intrigued by the rats. "You studyin' them or something?"
Taking the bottle, Bart looks at the clear liquid inside and finally manages a tiny smile. "Well good thing I am." A nurse really, but semantics. As he stone-faces his way through applying the antiseptic, definitely not looking at the stranger's smile, he ignores the advice to plow straight into a question. "This stuff work on you guys now? Or, fuck, on Ancients I guess." Can't assume he'd been Ascended prior. He hands back the bottle as he begins to bandage his leg, mulishly contemplative.
Taking the bottle, Bart looks at the clear liquid inside and finally manages a tiny smile. "Well good thing I am." A nurse really, but semantics. As he stone-faces his way through applying the antiseptic, definitely not looking at the stranger's smile, he ignores the advice to plow straight into a question. "This stuff work on you guys now? Or, fuck, on Ancients I guess." Can't assume he'd been Ascended prior. He hands back the bottle as he begins to bandage his leg, mulishly contemplative.
Feel the fear and swallow back the tears
let weakness disappear
let weakness disappear
BARTHOLOMEW
