[Do better next time, Drake said. It was good advice. Only problem now is making it happen.
Ephemera stares at Kyna's door. Debates whether or not he can just leave his apology booze on the welcome mat without saying anything. It'd probably go better if he didn't say anything.
It would definitely go better if he didn't say anything.
Ephemera doesn't like talking shit out, most of the time. Things get tangled and he can't always swallow down the angry parts, the pieces that still hate everything Washington represents.
But. Kyna was there, in the dream. She tried.
Least he can do is follow suit. Try.
Ephemera takes a breath. Lets it out. He's not in armor, wearing a sweatshirt that hangs too big in the shoulders, and a bandage over his bad eye. It's been bothering him lately. No armor, no gun - only a knife tucked into his boot just in case - and the bottle of apology booze under his arm. Everyone likes booze, right?
Plus it's wine. Wine is fancy and shit.
Suck it up, soldier.
He twitches. Wavers. And finally knocks on the door.]
[Action]
Ephemera stares at Kyna's door. Debates whether or not he can just leave his apology booze on the welcome mat without saying anything. It'd probably go better if he didn't say anything.
It would definitely go better if he didn't say anything.
Ephemera doesn't like talking shit out, most of the time. Things get tangled and he can't always swallow down the angry parts, the pieces that still hate everything Washington represents.
But. Kyna was there, in the dream. She tried.
Least he can do is follow suit. Try.
Ephemera takes a breath. Lets it out. He's not in armor, wearing a sweatshirt that hangs too big in the shoulders, and a bandage over his bad eye. It's been bothering him lately. No armor, no gun - only a knife tucked into his boot just in case - and the bottle of apology booze under his arm. Everyone likes booze, right?
Plus it's wine. Wine is fancy and shit.
Suck it up, soldier.
He twitches. Wavers. And finally knocks on the door.]