[ haha no. nope. don't like that. that is not the sort of thing you want to run into in the middle of an ominous hedge maze. gaius strongly considers turning right around and leaving, but those four legs are probably quicker than his two, and he's already been spotted.
looks aside, that sense of (false) optimism is chased by a distinct unease that is not improved by having words injected into his mind. gaius knows it's false because none of this is good, actually! if ever there was a time to be shitty and pessimistic, it would be right now.
he also has an awful craving for a smoke but doesn't even remember being a smoker, so that probably isn't helping.
it's particularly alarming because something about "hearing" those words in his mind feels familiar, but he can't put his finger on how or why. it's certainly not whatever sort of creature this is, that's for sure. ]
You're one to talk. If that is, in fact, what you're doing.
[ what else could it be? he doesn't know! something weird an alien would do! ]
no subject
looks aside, that sense of (false) optimism is chased by a distinct unease that is not improved by having words injected into his mind. gaius knows it's false because none of this is good, actually! if ever there was a time to be shitty and pessimistic, it would be right now.
he also has an awful craving for a smoke but doesn't even remember being a smoker, so that probably isn't helping.
it's particularly alarming because something about "hearing" those words in his mind feels familiar, but he can't put his finger on how or why. it's certainly not whatever sort of creature this is, that's for sure. ]
You're one to talk. If that is, in fact, what you're doing.
[ what else could it be? he doesn't know! something weird an alien would do! ]