Maybe he's been looking at this all wrong. Switch it up? Take a leaf out of Ryan's book and trust the unknown? Figure it out as they go?
Kinda have to.
Because honestly? He thought he would get better after his pocket dimension meltdown, too. And when that didn't happen the only explanation was that he can't even do that right. It's too much pressure, building and building and building inside of him like this. So if they can re-frame and trick him into believing that it's the right way to handle it (as weird as it is to be conspiring against himself, but it does like he's dealing with some Other Min-Gi) then it might just work.
He is just. So tired of this.
A sharp pain begins to thread around his forearm and he looks down, holding his beer unopened beer against the wound that's starting to hurt. Maybe that's a good thing. He hadn't felt anything when he'd done it, but he can still feel the texture of blade through flesh in the back of his throat. Like cutting chicken for dinner. Eugh.
Tracing one warm line through a land so wide and savage, he thinks. A true reflection of what it is to exist in Deer Country.]
Yeah... Yeah, okay. If I'm not there yet, then I'm not there yet. It's not a deadline, it's a reward.
Remind me of that next time I turn into a total hoser?
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Maybe he's been looking at this all wrong. Switch it up? Take a leaf out of Ryan's book and trust the unknown? Figure it out as they go?
Kinda have to.
Because honestly? He thought he would get better after his pocket dimension meltdown, too. And when that didn't happen the only explanation was that he can't even do that right. It's too much pressure, building and building and building inside of him like this. So if they can re-frame and trick him into believing that it's the right way to handle it (as weird as it is to be conspiring against himself, but it does like he's dealing with some Other Min-Gi) then it might just work.
He is just. So tired of this.
A sharp pain begins to thread around his forearm and he looks down, holding his beer unopened beer against the wound that's starting to hurt. Maybe that's a good thing. He hadn't felt anything when he'd done it, but he can still feel the texture of blade through flesh in the back of his throat. Like cutting chicken for dinner. Eugh.
Tracing one warm line through a land so wide and savage, he thinks. A true reflection of what it is to exist in Deer Country.]
Yeah... Yeah, okay. If I'm not there yet, then I'm not there yet. It's not a deadline, it's a reward.
Remind me of that next time I turn into a total hoser?