[maybe he can't hear himself anymore. he thought his voice was steadying, that his body was acclimating to the cold -- the blurry vision and sweat further dampening his bangs shouldn't have any reflection on that (and he refuses, refuses to even mentally acknowledge the muscle cramps behind him, trapezius full-on seizing and shuddering readily)... he's fine]
[he's fine. right?]
Mmn. [the response is a grunt, distantly recognizing the fact that the water's been turned off, head falling back against the tile and eyes closing. he hears his words and tries to respond in an obvious way, fingers reaching up and digging at the front of his cocoon-issued white robe]
[he pulls, hard, strength unchecked despite sickness (or maybe because of it), stitches popping at the seams]
[the sweet, black edge of his consciousness beckons, fighting pathetically against his own clothing, and it's a long moment before he calls out;]
Oi... don't -- go too far. [for whose sake is an order like that?]
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[maybe he can't hear himself anymore. he thought his voice was steadying, that his body was acclimating to the cold -- the blurry vision and sweat further dampening his bangs shouldn't have any reflection on that (and he refuses, refuses to even mentally acknowledge the muscle cramps behind him, trapezius full-on seizing and shuddering readily)... he's fine]
[he's fine. right?]
Mmn. [the response is a grunt, distantly recognizing the fact that the water's been turned off, head falling back against the tile and eyes closing. he hears his words and tries to respond in an obvious way, fingers reaching up and digging at the front of his cocoon-issued white robe]
[he pulls, hard, strength unchecked despite sickness (or maybe because of it), stitches popping at the seams]
[the sweet, black edge of his consciousness beckons, fighting pathetically against his own clothing, and it's a long moment before he calls out;]
Oi... don't -- go too far. [for whose sake is an order like that?]