everything has clicked into place and makes sense to him now. he had misunderstood void archives when they first spoke; isn't it great that he has gotten a chance to better understand them? (maybe he should apologize? no—absolutely not.) wolfwood isn't sure who else has gotten this "privilege" to know this much about them, but he sort of wishes that he isn't alone in this. ...shame that wolfwood isn't the type to go about gossiping about stories that aren't his to tell.
(do they also see hear that person's voice before they do something, too?)
worse of all of this is that wolfwood's able to name that feeling that bothered him so much. he thought it felt familiar; a discomfort that has been with him for as long as he's ever been able to properly recognize it. isn't that great for him? wolfwood hates it, and there'll be no satisfaction when he finally gives in and decks them in the face.
honestly there's a lot that void archives is telling him right now that makes wolfwood want to throw them into the river and hope that they don't know how to swim. he doesn't, though, (un)fortunately for everyone involved. the temptation to correct them and say that he never used the word "friend" in all of that but how fair would that be? instead, wolfwood lets the embers burn down the cigarette in his mouth and finds himself lowering his head even further between his legs as he laughs. ]
What are the odds of that, huh?
[ because what else is there to be said? he'll sit up just enough to look at them over his shoulder. ]
So, what are these other aspects of me that ya'd judge me for? For all of the time yer willin' to spend time with me, I was under the impression that yer were fond of my winnin' personality.
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oh.
everything has clicked into place and makes sense to him now. he had misunderstood void archives when they first spoke; isn't it great that he has gotten a chance to better understand them? (maybe he should apologize? no—absolutely not.) wolfwood isn't sure who else has gotten this "privilege" to know this much about them, but he sort of wishes that he isn't alone in this. ...shame that wolfwood isn't the type to go about gossiping about stories that aren't his to tell.
(do they also see hear that person's voice before they do something, too?)
worse of all of this is that wolfwood's able to name that feeling that bothered him so much. he thought it felt familiar; a discomfort that has been with him for as long as he's ever been able to properly recognize it. isn't that great for him? wolfwood hates it, and there'll be no satisfaction when he finally gives in and decks them in the face.
honestly there's a lot that void archives is telling him right now that makes wolfwood want to throw them into the river and hope that they don't know how to swim. he doesn't, though, (un)fortunately for everyone involved. the temptation to correct them and say that he never used the word "friend" in all of that but how fair would that be? instead, wolfwood lets the embers burn down the cigarette in his mouth and finds himself lowering his head even further between his legs as he laughs. ]
What are the odds of that, huh?
[ because what else is there to be said? he'll sit up just enough to look at them over his shoulder. ]
So, what are these other aspects of me that ya'd judge me for? For all of the time yer willin' to spend time with me, I was under the impression that yer were fond of my winnin' personality.