He's long since been falling into human habits. It's hard not to, with what changing he's done here, making to adapt. Of course he means it platonic, but he's too worn for now to find the exact phrase of loathing unromantic as to cover it. Instead, he merely grunts at the tossing of blankets and more, curling up against the cave wall. Until the Psiioniic speaks again.
"No, I couldn't have," He hisses with more ire than he's ever managed with Mituna or Sam. "I AM NOT EVER WAITING ON SOMEONE ELSE AS TO COME SAVE MY ASS, AIGHT?" And then his energy is sapped and he's slumping again. "D-doesn't work like that... YOU HOPE S-SOMEBODY COMES AND AIN'T NOBODY DOES. Or somebody what's being a m-motherfucking en-enemy gets coming to c-cull your ass. I'M NOT... ABOUT IT..." It's an arena. And the Psiioniic's a troll. They should know he just got lucky this time.
What's worse is that it's a sore wound. He'd actually thought for a bit that he'd seen Da. What the fuck was he thinking? What help would Da have given anyway? And on note of that...
"A ssseabeast up out by the mmmotherffff...ucking water. HOSTILE. Don't-- nnh-- make tread close as to it. THERE'S BEING A POT UP IN THAT BACKPACK THERE MINE AND THE RIVER WATER'S BEING SSSAFE. Got two first aids mine also. AIN'T NEED TO W-WASTE. P-place will melt if fire's up in here 'nyway..." Maybe he'll make one outside, for his ownself. That would be safer. Better.
At least someone was getting their like up and on of someone. He's not sure why he's being counted as an extremist. He only did what he had to do.
"N-NEVER CHUCKED MYSELF OFF NOTHING..." He grumbles, still breathing hard. At this point, he's hardly bothering to keep his eyes open. It's not as though they'll let him do anything. And, though he'll not admit it, he'd rather not be concious with the pain that his leg is. If it was just his leg, he could manage, but fuck the cold. Altogether its makes his head swim. "...Don't tie me up, please..." Then he might actually freak the fuck out.
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"No, I couldn't have," He hisses with more ire than he's ever managed with Mituna or Sam. "I AM NOT EVER WAITING ON SOMEONE ELSE AS TO COME SAVE MY ASS, AIGHT?" And then his energy is sapped and he's slumping again. "D-doesn't work like that... YOU HOPE S-SOMEBODY COMES AND AIN'T NOBODY DOES. Or somebody what's being a m-motherfucking en-enemy gets coming to c-cull your ass. I'M NOT... ABOUT IT..." It's an arena. And the Psiioniic's a troll. They should know he just got lucky this time.
What's worse is that it's a sore wound. He'd actually thought for a bit that he'd seen Da. What the fuck was he thinking? What help would Da have given anyway? And on note of that...
"A ssseabeast up out by the mmmotherffff...ucking water. HOSTILE. Don't-- nnh-- make tread close as to it. THERE'S BEING A POT UP IN THAT BACKPACK THERE MINE AND THE RIVER WATER'S BEING SSSAFE. Got two first aids mine also. AIN'T NEED TO W-WASTE. P-place will melt if fire's up in here 'nyway..." Maybe he'll make one outside, for his ownself. That would be safer. Better.
At least someone was getting their like up and on of someone. He's not sure why he's being counted as an extremist. He only did what he had to do.
"N-NEVER CHUCKED MYSELF OFF NOTHING..." He grumbles, still breathing hard. At this point, he's hardly bothering to keep his eyes open. It's not as though they'll let him do anything. And, though he'll not admit it, he'd rather not be concious with the pain that his leg is. If it was just his leg, he could manage, but fuck the cold. Altogether its makes his head swim. "...Don't tie me up, please..." Then he might actually freak the fuck out.