[ First there was Nothing. Then: he takes a breath. He feels hard wood beneath him. His fingers feel a little sore, a little tingly. His skull's pounding, and that's wild.
It feels so good to feel anything at all. He takes another breath, hitched with a manic giggle, and gets to his feet. Wobbly and unsteady, he feels like a baby deer learning to walk because jesus, is this guy all legs or something? His center of balance is totally different.
Having a body again is gonna take some getting used to. Having a body that isn't his is even weirder. But he'll adapt. He'll survive. He always does.
(Says the twice-dead 18-year-old. Well, more, if you count every death on this ship that led up to The Big One.)
He turns and looks at (drumming, he was just playing the drums, they were jamming--) who can only be Pickles, holding a guitar. ]
Whoooaaaa, sick guitar, dude. [ How's that? Does he sound like Jeff? Chase grins in... honestly a way that's probably instantly recognizable as the teenage shithead he is. ] Play Freebird.
2/2 WITCHY
It feels so good to feel anything at all. He takes another breath, hitched with a manic giggle, and gets to his feet. Wobbly and unsteady, he feels like a baby deer learning to walk because jesus, is this guy all legs or something? His center of balance is totally different.
Having a body again is gonna take some getting used to. Having a body that isn't his is even weirder. But he'll adapt. He'll survive. He always does.
(Says the twice-dead 18-year-old. Well, more, if you count every death on this ship that led up to The Big One.)
He turns and looks at (drumming, he was just playing the drums, they were jamming--) who can only be Pickles, holding a guitar. ]
Whoooaaaa, sick guitar, dude. [ How's that? Does he sound like Jeff? Chase grins in... honestly a way that's probably instantly recognizable as the teenage shithead he is. ] Play Freebird.