[ Self-pity and blaming others isn't something he likes to wallow in. Not anymore at least, not since he finally gave up the bottle. But commiserating with her like this - it feels nice. ]
You're right. [ He clears his throat, as if preparing his pallet for the unsavory thing he's about to agree with. The words that form with his pompous accent and proper delivery are almost comical- ] It fucking sucks.
[ The pat to his back startles him just a bit in it's roughness, but understanding soon follows it. They aren't going to be sad-sacks about this. Trade advice, trade stories maybe, lighten the tension. That is all. ]
Mr. Caelum. I met him once before. Good man, and a believer in magic.
[ A few seconds tick by, his anxiety slowly easing with the time. It emboldens him to ask- ] How long did it take you?
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You're right. [ He clears his throat, as if preparing his pallet for the unsavory thing he's about to agree with. The words that form with his pompous accent and proper delivery are almost comical- ] It fucking sucks.
[ The pat to his back startles him just a bit in it's roughness, but understanding soon follows it. They aren't going to be sad-sacks about this. Trade advice, trade stories maybe, lighten the tension. That is all. ]
Mr. Caelum. I met him once before. Good man, and a believer in magic.
[ A few seconds tick by, his anxiety slowly easing with the time. It emboldens him to ask- ] How long did it take you?
[ To climb out. ]