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ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴘᴀʀᴋᴇʀ ([personal profile] insurrectum) wrote in [community profile] station72 2016-03-17 08:17 pm (UTC)

[ There is something ricocheting into him. A feeling of rejection. Like his stomach made out of paper and a hand that does not belong to him but is his anyway reaches in and curls fingers around it, ripping and curling it into a ball. It's unsettling and he can feel his heart race suddenly at the foreign sensation. He bites the side of his tongue. Wants to rip his teeth through it, but barely does not. He does not recoil and does not move from where he stands.

His words, however, bounce off of him like oil on water. Being called rude is something incredibly common.

Or, well, not so incredible because he is rude.

He squints. A station also a ship. Some kind of-- hangar? He doesn't remember getting here. He barely remembers anything but the infection spreading. It is a feeling he, somehow, shoves down, down, and reigns it in. Something he does not want to feel and does not want to share.
]

So, you don't know.

[ Another jab. He's not useful at all. ]

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