Something in his head twists, HARD, and he winces at the sudden additional
pain in his skull. Perfect, just perfect, he thinks, on top of everything
else, he's going to have to deal with this today, too.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, he tries not to sigh in exasperation
because in all honesty, this isn't exactly what he signed up for. He's
never been sure what is, but he's pretty sure that this isn't it. But
whatever it is, it's here and now he has to deal with it. "I didn't know
it's your birthday, but can you really say you're surprised? This place has
more twists and secrets than Columbia. Give me..." He has to think a
minute. "Gimme twenty minutes to wake up and shower and we'll think of
something. I'll... We'll make your birthday a good one, even like this."
He doesn't really know why he says that last part, but it feels important
in a way, it feels right. Booker doesn't go out of his way to be mean and
there's something about her, especially since she's looking at him with
those eyes that look like- "Damn." His head twists again and he swings his
legs out of the bed, glad he'd remembered to put on some kind of pants
before passing out the night before. "Just give me twenty minutes, okay?
Maybe see if you can find something in your closet that'll fit until we can
get to the store."
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Date: 2014-06-06 08:32 pm (UTC)Something in his head twists, HARD, and he winces at the sudden additional pain in his skull. Perfect, just perfect, he thinks, on top of everything else, he's going to have to deal with this today, too.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, he tries not to sigh in exasperation because in all honesty, this isn't exactly what he signed up for. He's never been sure what is, but he's pretty sure that this isn't it. But whatever it is, it's here and now he has to deal with it. "I didn't know it's your birthday, but can you really say you're surprised? This place has more twists and secrets than Columbia. Give me..." He has to think a minute. "Gimme twenty minutes to wake up and shower and we'll think of something. I'll... We'll make your birthday a good one, even like this."
He doesn't really know why he says that last part, but it feels important in a way, it feels right. Booker doesn't go out of his way to be mean and there's something about her, especially since she's looking at him with those eyes that look like- "Damn." His head twists again and he swings his legs out of the bed, glad he'd remembered to put on some kind of pants before passing out the night before. "Just give me twenty minutes, okay? Maybe see if you can find something in your closet that'll fit until we can get to the store."