hotel room / basket weaving

[roan ;]

SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

In the back of his mind, Roan supposed that he should've expected Brandy's smartass retort to his question. After all, the other had been a snarky pain in the ass before his disappearance and subsequent... split, so why should things have changed? He resisted the urge to let a sour expression flicker across his face, instead just shaking his head and sighing. He muttered, his blue eyes briefly narrowing as he spoke, "Whatever... just don't blame me if Goldie comes back and scolds your ears off." Even as he said that, the soothsayer knew that such a thing happening was unlikely. Goldie was still recovering from her own injury, and considering she could barely remember most of her children, he doubted she'd fit right back into the mother mold so quickly. Despite this, he had to have at least a little bit of hope. Even if Goldie never returned to her old self, her children still deserved a mom that they could rely on – and he firmly believed that Goldie still was that mom, no matter what she remembered.

Of course, such thoughts were beginning to lead to a spiral, a heavy weight settling in his stomach like a stone. It happened whenever he thought of Goldie's predicament, and all that had been lost. Thankfully, he was pulled from the sand trap by his mama, jumping slightly as Roxie's side brushed against his. He glanced up at her, blinking a few times to bring himself back into reality, before snorting. He shook his head from side to side, ignoring the way that his face was burning at being called little ram at his age, "It's fine... I've dealt with worse patients before, and I'm sure I'll deal with worse ones later. It seems to be a pattern in The Typhoon that nobody likes taking even the briefest break from their work..." There was a touch of bitterness to his tone, but he knew that he was a bit hypocritical in saying that. After all, he rarely liked to take breaks from his own work, as demonstrated by the tension that lingered in his shoulders.

DON'T ASK FOR HELP, YOU'RE ALL ALONE
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!

— Reggan