[ He continues the process of undressing while Matt works, though it’s quick work to get his shirt undone considering how little of it he keeps buttoned… He shrugs it off with a neutral sound to the thanks, and it reveals the tattoo underneath for the first time. Just like the designs on his arms, it’s a simple design, but the large design of a black sun isn’t exactly subtle in its meaning. ]
Man, no fuckin’ kidding.
[ He clicks his tongue in annoyance as he tosses the shirt over to the general Pile Of Stuff he’s created. This conversation topic works for him, since it’s not like he cares about a heavy mood, exactly, but some complaining will lighten it. Even if it’s a unique form of “privilege” behind it… ]
I thought that shoving myself into a human body was bad enough, but at least I still had Authority because it was in Mictlan. Here? Fuck. You know what it’s like to be omniscient and omnipresent, then suddenly, bam, you’re not. Feels tiny.
[ …Not that this would help him with his internal conflict about Daybit, exactly. But he’s just complaining for the sake of it because it came to mind and he has less of a brain to mouth filter than he normally might. ]
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Man, no fuckin’ kidding.
[ He clicks his tongue in annoyance as he tosses the shirt over to the general Pile Of Stuff he’s created. This conversation topic works for him, since it’s not like he cares about a heavy mood, exactly, but some complaining will lighten it. Even if it’s a unique form of “privilege” behind it… ]
I thought that shoving myself into a human body was bad enough, but at least I still had Authority because it was in Mictlan. Here? Fuck. You know what it’s like to be omniscient and omnipresent, then suddenly, bam, you’re not. Feels tiny.
[ …Not that this would help him with his internal conflict about Daybit, exactly. But he’s just complaining for the sake of it because it came to mind and he has less of a brain to mouth filter than he normally might. ]