07-27-2018, 05:41 PM
He held onto his soldering iron as he continued to work on his headgear with his eyes half closed listening to what she said offering a small shrug "Nah," He squinted a bit not uttering any words for what seemed to be ten minutes before be rose a bit glancing down at the helmet turning his gaze to Pim "What even brought you here?" He glanced at the slightly open observatory though he didn't pay much attention to it for too long before he was messing around with the soldering iron again "I mean. . . I guess, the stars look nice tonight. . . But there are other domes y'know." The idiot didn't even notice he had cut himself though then again, he was so used to physical pain that it never seemed to bother him anymore. He recalled back in his old clan how he had gotten hurt several times, emotionally, mentally, and physically that it just grew old. Sure, he had developed several things because of it yet he thought nothing of it even if his anxiety began to pester him making it a bit harder for him to breathe. All he could think now was how much he had fucked up as a Visionary, he lowered his head a bit pressing a paw to his forehead feeling a bit dizzy. God, he couldn't have one of these now. He pushed away the soldering iron and headgear as he stood there taking deep breaths.
"L-leave. . ."
Horrible father. Horrible Visionary. Overall horrid. The building. The rumble. Everything falling apart. Crumbling between his paws. His breathing quickened. "Stark! Stark! Stark!" The voices. "He's over here!" How they all seemed concerned and caring. "How could you." That voice. It made his head throb and his throat grew dry, the wolfdog shook a bit on the table with his body trembling only slightly. He made sure the soldering iron was disconnected before he finally sat down pressing himself to the table still not looking at Pimostra. He let his chin rest on the table as he closed his eyes in an attempt to ignore the throbbing headache. He didn't even realize Pimostra was still there.
"L-leave. . ."
Horrible father. Horrible Visionary. Overall horrid. The building. The rumble. Everything falling apart. Crumbling between his paws. His breathing quickened. "Stark! Stark! Stark!" The voices. "He's over here!" How they all seemed concerned and caring. "How could you." That voice. It made his head throb and his throat grew dry, the wolfdog shook a bit on the table with his body trembling only slightly. He made sure the soldering iron was disconnected before he finally sat down pressing himself to the table still not looking at Pimostra. He let his chin rest on the table as he closed his eyes in an attempt to ignore the throbbing headache. He didn't even realize Pimostra was still there.
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