I wanted pancakes, not an existential crisis at 8 in the morning!
[The man moaned, brows furrowed against the cold hand and the lights of the diner as Boimler came back to awareness. He had only wanted to get himself situated for the day, and a good day always started with a hearty breakfast... right?
Boimler peered blearily up at the young woman as consciousness took him at warp speed, and he brought a hand up to his pounding head.]
Ugh. Memo to self: do not pick a fight with a door before you've eaten.
Be very glad that this is an Amnesia Game or Dax would be dealing with a geek out
[The man moaned, brows furrowed against the cold hand and the lights of the diner as Boimler came back to awareness. He had only wanted to get himself situated for the day, and a good day always started with a hearty breakfast... right?
Boimler peered blearily up at the young woman as consciousness took him at warp speed, and he brought a hand up to his pounding head.]
Ugh. Memo to self: do not pick a fight with a door before you've eaten.