[ Sorry, Fabian. Your words have the exact opposite of the intended effect as Riz's fingers, previously simply curled atop his head, outright curl into fists as he pulls fretfully at his hair, his mind wheeling wildly from one catastrophe to another, his pacing only getting worse, heart hammering so quickly that he feels like it almost counts as a medical event, and -- oh yeah, the nausea's coming back big-time now.
Forgetting things has been a subject of paranoia for him for a while now, but never so potently as with their dalliances with Kalina. There's a reason why he has all that insane shit tattooed all over his body. Now that he knows, that they know for a fact that it's happening again, he needs to figure out -- they need to figure out why, or how, and how to prevent it from happening, or sending themselves clues or hints or something so that if one of them gets sent home they can send help, they can figure it out, what if two of them disappear from this place and then one of them is left behind here alone, what if -- ]
Hoo. O-okay.
[ It's moments like these that make it very, very strange that Jawbone never nabbed some of those anti-anxiety meds and went hey, Riz, maybe you could use a handful of these every day? ]
That's -- that's fine. We can find a way around it. It's all good! The devil we know, and all that! Totally under control, I just need to go uh, write some shit down real quick? Just give me a second, I'll be right back.
[ Sorry, boys. Riz, exit stage left, into his bedroom where he keeps all of his notebooks and clueboards and everything else that makes it look as though Fabian and Gorgug are living with some sort of sociopath.
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[ Sorry, Fabian. Your words have the exact opposite of the intended effect as Riz's fingers, previously simply curled atop his head, outright curl into fists as he pulls fretfully at his hair, his mind wheeling wildly from one catastrophe to another, his pacing only getting worse, heart hammering so quickly that he feels like it almost counts as a medical event, and -- oh yeah, the nausea's coming back big-time now.
Forgetting things has been a subject of paranoia for him for a while now, but never so potently as with their dalliances with Kalina. There's a reason why he has all that insane shit tattooed all over his body. Now that he knows, that they know for a fact that it's happening again, he needs to figure out -- they need to figure out why, or how, and how to prevent it from happening, or sending themselves clues or hints or something so that if one of them gets sent home they can send help, they can figure it out, what if two of them disappear from this place and then one of them is left behind here alone, what if -- ]
Hoo. O-okay.
[ It's moments like these that make it very, very strange that Jawbone never nabbed some of those anti-anxiety meds and went hey, Riz, maybe you could use a handful of these every day? ]
That's -- that's fine. We can find a way around it. It's all good! The devil we know, and all that! Totally under control, I just need to go uh, write some shit down real quick? Just give me a second, I'll be right back.
[ Sorry, boys. Riz, exit stage left, into his bedroom where he keeps all of his notebooks and clueboards and everything else that makes it look as though Fabian and Gorgug are living with some sort of sociopath.
(He is, very clearly, not coming back.) ]