loren
Loren gave Jigano an unimpressed and unamused look. ”Really, Jigano?” Letting out a huff of bitter laughter, the healer took a pull from his flask. ”I might not be the most introspective or thoughtful person, but even I can tell you that I’m hardly the healthiest person and that I’m prone to increasingly frequent bouts of insanity.” Leaning his head back against the chair, he shrugged, unbothered by that.
"And that I have terribly self-destructive and destructive habits, and that I push people away when I need them the most." Taking another pull from his flask, he drew his knees up to his chest, sitting curled in a ball on the chair.
"No." He let his head loll to the side so he could look at the bard. "I've done the whole running away from my life before, and I'm not interested in a repeat performance. I'm trying something new this time." Shaking the flask, he smirked as the liquid sloshed inside.
"And that I have terribly self-destructive and destructive habits, and that I push people away when I need them the most." Taking another pull from his flask, he drew his knees up to his chest, sitting curled in a ball on the chair.
"No." He let his head loll to the side so he could look at the bard. "I've done the whole running away from my life before, and I'm not interested in a repeat performance. I'm trying something new this time." Shaking the flask, he smirked as the liquid sloshed inside.
Never judge a book by its cover.
