Zeph
Blame the portals for your lack of visits. Blame the fact that you went on a boat, that you've been busy with Vai and Felix moving in, that people were sick and you helped take over. Blame whatever you damn well please: end of the day the thing that sticks is that you haven't visited Red since he left with only a weird and concerning note, making you a patently bad friend.
But you're here now. The Hollowed Grounds continue to be just... sad, dreary and cold and a far cry from the boisterous color and sunlight of home. You've managed to snag a high-collared coat and a cozy hat, from which you glare at anyone you pa. Which makes it incredibly difficult to get directions to the bookstore. Which makes you have to be outside longer. Which makes you cold, which makes you grumpy, which...
I think the image is coming clear.
Finally you find the store. You don't bother to knock - it's a business, after all - but push your way in, exhaling a sigh of relief as the relative warmth of the store rushes into your tired bones. With your hat pulled low and your collar pulled up you're nearly unrecognizable. You make your way to a display stand while waiting for Red, pulling down a book at random and flipping through the pages as you wait for your fingers to thaw.
(No, it's not even particularly cold. Yes, you are a huge wimp.)
But you're here now. The Hollowed Grounds continue to be just... sad, dreary and cold and a far cry from the boisterous color and sunlight of home. You've managed to snag a high-collared coat and a cozy hat, from which you glare at anyone you pa. Which makes it incredibly difficult to get directions to the bookstore. Which makes you have to be outside longer. Which makes you cold, which makes you grumpy, which...
I think the image is coming clear.
Finally you find the store. You don't bother to knock - it's a business, after all - but push your way in, exhaling a sigh of relief as the relative warmth of the store rushes into your tired bones. With your hat pulled low and your collar pulled up you're nearly unrecognizable. You make your way to a display stand while waiting for Red, pulling down a book at random and flipping through the pages as you wait for your fingers to thaw.
(No, it's not even particularly cold. Yes, you are a huge wimp.)
you're not a bad person
for the ways you tried to kill your sadness
for the ways you tried to kill your sadness
