Slept? R would've gone more for "stone-dead" but apples and oranges.
Sometimes he has a hard time following along with Aunamee - the way he laces together his words delicately while R groans and stumbles over syllables, the way he'll make these remarks that leaves him wondering if there's something he's missing. R gapes up at the shadow as it bends over. He thinks he sees something glittering. Could be Aunamee's eyes - he's alive again, without that flat, dry look a corpse's eyes would get.
"Wanted...to know. They're...ff...friends," R says. Unlike Aunamee, his words are blunt and feel clumsy in his mouth, dusty. "Howard...?"
R lets that hang in the air. It doesn't occur to him that he should be worried about himself. It's just not the zombie way.
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Sometimes he has a hard time following along with Aunamee - the way he laces together his words delicately while R groans and stumbles over syllables, the way he'll make these remarks that leaves him wondering if there's something he's missing. R gapes up at the shadow as it bends over. He thinks he sees something glittering. Could be Aunamee's eyes - he's alive again, without that flat, dry look a corpse's eyes would get.
"Wanted...to know. They're...ff...friends," R says. Unlike Aunamee, his words are blunt and feel clumsy in his mouth, dusty. "Howard...?"
R lets that hang in the air. It doesn't occur to him that he should be worried about himself. It's just not the zombie way.