Psii was getting better at driving down his instinctual fear of Subjugglators in general and Initiate in particular, but that also meant doubling his sass. He wasn't as kind as Sam to wait. He pointed out all the clown's faults in the same stinging way he needled Signless for making dumb decisions, generally by being a buzzing nuisance in his ear.
"Well you're in luck becauthe I brought thome fanthy highblood garb and a featht in my back pocket—You had a kit you dumb clown douche, you could have dithinfected it. You'll be thorry only if you don't drink all thith water. All of it." He cringed when Inititate apologized, because that was Psii's line. Even when he became a free troll, he still felt the urge to apologize in a knee-jerk subservient fashion when he was truly afraid. He hated that in himself. "Shut up, I'll wash thith in the river when I get more."
The jerky could wait for now; Initiate didn't look like he had the energy to chew a lot. He was rummaging for water and whatever this morph-thing was when Initiate started rambling.
"Going to pretend I didn't hear that," his voice shook.
This was not the time for his hands to shake, in fact this was the worst time for his hands to shake, why did Initiate think talking about that was such a good idea? Signless never mentioned pitying him, probably because Signless knew Psii was from a time when that wasn't a thing. And Psii knew Signless was all about respecting people's boundaries. It was bad that Psii's first instinct was to panic, then wipe his face clean of damning emotion lest everyone see weakness in him. He didn't need this, not on top of everything else. It wasn't pale pity, right? Because that would be infringing on Inititate's thing, right? And the last thing Psii wanted was to be anywhere close to blocking the path of a murderous clown moirail, hahahaholy fucking shit.
After several fumbling attempts, Psii fished more water from the backpack while trying to figure out what the fuck morphling even was. He was on a quest for painkillers in the first place, so it didn't take him long to find pills, and then appropriately-labeled vials of something stronger.
"Thethe would be tho great if I thtuck needleth in people on a regular bathith, fuck."
In slavery Psii didn't have the luxury of drugs. He had also been petrified of accidentally letting his powers show, so he had never gotten into the habit of procuring mind-altering substances that could wreak havoc on a psychic. He flipped his shit enough on his own. Psii, who never had proper medical care, now only associated syringes with city trolls sitting in dark corners tweaking out.
"I'm thorry human Sam, I need directionth. No way am I wathting drugth we can't craft in-arena becauthe I don't know how to shoot thomeone up with anything other than optic blathtth."
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"Well you're in luck becauthe I brought thome fanthy highblood garb and a featht in my back pocket—You had a kit you dumb clown douche, you could have dithinfected it. You'll be thorry only if you don't drink all thith water. All of it." He cringed when Inititate apologized, because that was Psii's line. Even when he became a free troll, he still felt the urge to apologize in a knee-jerk subservient fashion when he was truly afraid. He hated that in himself. "Shut up, I'll wash thith in the river when I get more."
The jerky could wait for now; Initiate didn't look like he had the energy to chew a lot. He was rummaging for water and whatever this morph-thing was when Initiate started rambling.
"Going to pretend I didn't hear that," his voice shook.
This was not the time for his hands to shake, in fact this was the worst time for his hands to shake, why did Initiate think talking about that was such a good idea? Signless never mentioned pitying him, probably because Signless knew Psii was from a time when that wasn't a thing. And Psii knew Signless was all about respecting people's boundaries. It was bad that Psii's first instinct was to panic, then wipe his face clean of damning emotion lest everyone see weakness in him. He didn't need this, not on top of everything else. It wasn't pale pity, right? Because that would be infringing on Inititate's thing, right? And the last thing Psii wanted was to be anywhere close to blocking the path of a murderous clown moirail, hahahaholy fucking shit.
After several fumbling attempts, Psii fished more water from the backpack while trying to figure out what the fuck morphling even was. He was on a quest for painkillers in the first place, so it didn't take him long to find pills, and then appropriately-labeled vials of something stronger.
"Thethe would be tho great if I thtuck needleth in people on a regular bathith, fuck."
In slavery Psii didn't have the luxury of drugs. He had also been petrified of accidentally letting his powers show, so he had never gotten into the habit of procuring mind-altering substances that could wreak havoc on a psychic. He flipped his shit enough on his own. Psii, who never had proper medical care, now only associated syringes with city trolls sitting in dark corners tweaking out.
"I'm thorry human Sam, I need directionth. No way am I wathting drugth we can't craft in-arena becauthe I don't know how to shoot thomeone up with anything other than optic blathtth."