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@riddlers-assistant-andrew
Things I feel should be known:
Andrew sounds British, but really badly. He's obviously faking it.
Andrew can speak fluent Russian
Andrew doesn't like dogs, but he isn't hateful towards them
Andrew is fearful of the Fae
Andrew has a big texture problem
Andrew claims he can't feel fear, but he's just so desensitized to it that he doesn't realize he's constantly scared.
Andrews birth name is Crow Anders. His kidnappers named him Petyr Ivonov. He chose his current name.
My birthday is coming up close on the 3rd here
@stargazingdustbunny @reshramlove1ob @the-expatriate @abysmaldwellingnevadeans @minnesotamedic186 @sincerelyjennie @thepersonaking56 @riddlers-assistant-andrew @maridemira @randomly-imagination @ anyone
Happy early birthday!!!
You were dead? Also HIIII 👋
I don't... Know
*Andrew places his hands on his lap, looking at the sickly grey of them. At how his cuticles have receded, and his nails are black. It's obvious decay had set in, and now he's back.*
“…jeez okay you do look dead…hm uh I can try an help you look normal.”
*Andrew nods, reaching up to wipe his cracked and blue lips of the drool currently dripping from them.*
Where...
*he looks around, his words slurring, almost like their muscle memory more than speech*
*He digs in his bag for medical supplies* “you’re close to my house…I say we wait a bit before getting you back to Cain.”
Cai...ne...?
“Yeah hon Cain.” *He gets out a wrap* “I’ll wrap up anything to dead until I can see it up and help your blood pressure and flow.”
*Andrew doesn't move, sitting stiffly. Not rigor mortis stiff, just stiff.*
Where
*he repeats, blinking slowly, his airway clogged and shallow*
“Hanger. It’s a place with a lot of planes.” *He wraps up his arms and ankles for more support* “You’ll be fragile for a while I’m sure but we’ll fix you…you have a better fate than Roman that’s for sure.”
*Andrew starts to lean, his tall body slowly falling as his eyes droop. He slurs something again, something unintelligible and wrong, drool dripping again.*
“Opp! Here big guy don’t fall on me now!” *He holds him up* “you’re drooling a bit…” *He gets out a wipe and wipes his mouth*
What.... Happen...
“You died I don’t really know how but you’re back now.”
Where...
*he slurs again, obviously not able to articulate much*
“Here I’ll answer your questions later but we have got to get you somewhere safer.” *He gently helps move him*
*Andrew slowly gets up, his movements looser than they should be, despite the stiffness in his joints. This leads to him tipping over more than once*
“It’s okay take your time…I’ll see if we can get you something to stabilize yourself with when we get you back to the hanger.” *they get to Hermes little yellow car* “now how to help you in?”
*Andrew groans, leaning heavily against the car, his eyes glassy and uncoordinated.*
“Hmm. Okay big boy you’re going to have to ride in the back.” *Hermes opens his door and moves Andrew around and puts his arm on the back of his knees and back* “okay I’m going to pick you up and just put you in…like a tree!”
Huh...?
*before he could be picked up, Andrew crawls into the back, falling into the seat*
“Or that works…guess I’m used to more challenging things.” *He buckles him up*
*Andrew slowly closes his eyes, his entire body wanting nothing more than to sleep*
“You can take a nap but we’ll be there soon.”
*he gives nothing more than a huff before falling into a deep sleep that almost looks like he's dead again. Luckily, his shallow breaths are still heard.*
“I sleep deep too.” *He moves and starts to drive back*
*after a few minutes, Andrew wakes up, staring at the front seat like he's trying to remember... Everything.*
*There is smooth jazz playing and Hermes his humming along*
*Andrew suddenly reaches forward, trying to turn it off*
*Hermes yelps and moves a bit* “Oh…um you don’t like it? Or maybe turned up?”
*he groans, tapping the console*
“…off?” *He turns it off* “Or up?” *He turned the music up*
*He groans again, looking like he's about to throw a shoe*
“Okay off.” *He turns it off* “see not so hard…I wonder if we have to help you learn to talk again.”
Mmm... Who...
*Andrew keeps a hand on the console, clenching and unclenching his fist, staring at it intently*
“Please don’t break my car it mean a lot to me…Oh I’m Hermes!” *He smiles*
Hermes...
*he whispers, his voice surprisingly gentle for once*
“Yes! Very good my friend hm what’s your name?”
Name....
*his face scrunches up, making the near decayed parts more obvious*
Naamme...
“Oh jeez we’ll have to see that up now won’t we. It’s okay hon take your time.”
*After a bit, he slowly shakes his head, signaling that he doesn't remember*
“Hm I’ll have to check my memory in a bit when I stop driving but it’s okay! Nothing to worry about.”
How... Long...?
*he croaks out*
“To the hanger? About 20 minutes left.”
*he nods, slowly going back to sleep*
*It was about 20 minutes later when Hermes stoped the car*
*Andrew seems to immediately open his eyes, already staring at Hermes in a very "just came back to life and still shows decay" way*
“Okay we are here you need help getting out of the car?”
*After a second of realizing he's awake, he looks at Hermes and nods.*
“Alright.” *He nods and gets out and opening the door for him and unbuckling him*
*Andrew huffs, holding out his arms like he's silently telling Hermes to pull.*
“Ah! Sorry!” *He moves and takes his arms pulling*
*with a soft grunt, he shuffles out of the car, nearly falling but catching himself this time.*
“There you go!!”
We... Here...
*he jumbles, his brain trying to piece together words*
You were dead? Also HIIII 👋
I don't... Know
*Andrew places his hands on his lap, looking at the sickly grey of them. At how his cuticles have receded, and his nails are black. It's obvious decay had set in, and now he's back.*
“…jeez okay you do look dead…hm uh I can try an help you look normal.”
*Andrew nods, reaching up to wipe his cracked and blue lips of the drool currently dripping from them.*
Where...
*he looks around, his words slurring, almost like their muscle memory more than speech*
*He digs in his bag for medical supplies* “you’re close to my house…I say we wait a bit before getting you back to Cain.”
Cai...ne...?
“Yeah hon Cain.” *He gets out a wrap* “I’ll wrap up anything to dead until I can see it up and help your blood pressure and flow.”
*Andrew doesn't move, sitting stiffly. Not rigor mortis stiff, just stiff.*
Where
*he repeats, blinking slowly, his airway clogged and shallow*
“Hanger. It’s a place with a lot of planes.” *He wraps up his arms and ankles for more support* “You’ll be fragile for a while I’m sure but we’ll fix you…you have a better fate than Roman that’s for sure.”
*Andrew starts to lean, his tall body slowly falling as his eyes droop. He slurs something again, something unintelligible and wrong, drool dripping again.*
“Opp! Here big guy don’t fall on me now!” *He holds him up* “you’re drooling a bit…” *He gets out a wipe and wipes his mouth*
What.... Happen...
“You died I don’t really know how but you’re back now.”
Where...
*he slurs again, obviously not able to articulate much*
“Here I’ll answer your questions later but we have got to get you somewhere safer.” *He gently helps move him*
*Andrew slowly gets up, his movements looser than they should be, despite the stiffness in his joints. This leads to him tipping over more than once*
“It’s okay take your time…I’ll see if we can get you something to stabilize yourself with when we get you back to the hanger.” *they get to Hermes little yellow car* “now how to help you in?”
*Andrew groans, leaning heavily against the car, his eyes glassy and uncoordinated.*
“Hmm. Okay big boy you’re going to have to ride in the back.” *Hermes opens his door and moves Andrew around and puts his arm on the back of his knees and back* “okay I’m going to pick you up and just put you in…like a tree!”
Huh...?
*before he could be picked up, Andrew crawls into the back, falling into the seat*
“Or that works…guess I’m used to more challenging things.” *He buckles him up*
*Andrew slowly closes his eyes, his entire body wanting nothing more than to sleep*
“You can take a nap but we’ll be there soon.”
*he gives nothing more than a huff before falling into a deep sleep that almost looks like he's dead again. Luckily, his shallow breaths are still heard.*
“I sleep deep too.” *He moves and starts to drive back*
*after a few minutes, Andrew wakes up, staring at the front seat like he's trying to remember... Everything.*
*There is smooth jazz playing and Hermes his humming along*
*Andrew suddenly reaches forward, trying to turn it off*
*Hermes yelps and moves a bit* “Oh…um you don’t like it? Or maybe turned up?”
*he groans, tapping the console*
“…off?” *He turns it off* “Or up?” *He turned the music up*
*He groans again, looking like he's about to throw a shoe*
“Okay off.” *He turns it off* “see not so hard…I wonder if we have to help you learn to talk again.”
Mmm... Who...
*Andrew keeps a hand on the console, clenching and unclenching his fist, staring at it intently*
“Please don’t break my car it mean a lot to me…Oh I’m Hermes!” *He smiles*
Hermes...
*he whispers, his voice surprisingly gentle for once*
“Yes! Very good my friend hm what’s your name?”
Name....
*his face scrunches up, making the near decayed parts more obvious*
Naamme...
“Oh jeez we’ll have to see that up now won’t we. It’s okay hon take your time.”
*After a bit, he slowly shakes his head, signaling that he doesn't remember*
“Hm I’ll have to check my memory in a bit when I stop driving but it’s okay! Nothing to worry about.”
How... Long...?
*he croaks out*
“To the hanger? About 20 minutes left.”
*he nods, slowly going back to sleep*
*It was about 20 minutes later when Hermes stoped the car*
*Andrew seems to immediately open his eyes, already staring at Hermes in a very "just came back to life and still shows decay" way*
“Okay we are here you need help getting out of the car?”
*After a second of realizing he's awake, he looks at Hermes and nods.*
“Alright.” *He nods and gets out and opening the door for him and unbuckling him*
*Andrew huffs, holding out his arms like he's silently telling Hermes to pull.*
“Ah! Sorry!” *He moves and takes his arms pulling*
*with a soft grunt, he shuffles out of the car, nearly falling but catching himself this time.*
You were dead? Also HIIII 👋
I don't... Know
*Andrew places his hands on his lap, looking at the sickly grey of them. At how his cuticles have receded, and his nails are black. It's obvious decay had set in, and now he's back.*
“…jeez okay you do look dead…hm uh I can try an help you look normal.”
*Andrew nods, reaching up to wipe his cracked and blue lips of the drool currently dripping from them.*
Where...
*he looks around, his words slurring, almost like their muscle memory more than speech*
*He digs in his bag for medical supplies* “you’re close to my house…I say we wait a bit before getting you back to Cain.”
Cai...ne...?
“Yeah hon Cain.” *He gets out a wrap* “I’ll wrap up anything to dead until I can see it up and help your blood pressure and flow.”
*Andrew doesn't move, sitting stiffly. Not rigor mortis stiff, just stiff.*
Where
*he repeats, blinking slowly, his airway clogged and shallow*
“Hanger. It’s a place with a lot of planes.” *He wraps up his arms and ankles for more support* “You’ll be fragile for a while I’m sure but we’ll fix you…you have a better fate than Roman that’s for sure.”
*Andrew starts to lean, his tall body slowly falling as his eyes droop. He slurs something again, something unintelligible and wrong, drool dripping again.*
“Opp! Here big guy don’t fall on me now!” *He holds him up* “you’re drooling a bit…” *He gets out a wipe and wipes his mouth*
What.... Happen...
“You died I don’t really know how but you’re back now.”
Where...
*he slurs again, obviously not able to articulate much*
“Here I’ll answer your questions later but we have got to get you somewhere safer.” *He gently helps move him*
*Andrew slowly gets up, his movements looser than they should be, despite the stiffness in his joints. This leads to him tipping over more than once*
“It’s okay take your time…I’ll see if we can get you something to stabilize yourself with when we get you back to the hanger.” *they get to Hermes little yellow car* “now how to help you in?”
*Andrew groans, leaning heavily against the car, his eyes glassy and uncoordinated.*
“Hmm. Okay big boy you’re going to have to ride in the back.” *Hermes opens his door and moves Andrew around and puts his arm on the back of his knees and back* “okay I’m going to pick you up and just put you in…like a tree!”
Huh...?
*before he could be picked up, Andrew crawls into the back, falling into the seat*
“Or that works…guess I’m used to more challenging things.” *He buckles him up*
*Andrew slowly closes his eyes, his entire body wanting nothing more than to sleep*
“You can take a nap but we’ll be there soon.”
*he gives nothing more than a huff before falling into a deep sleep that almost looks like he's dead again. Luckily, his shallow breaths are still heard.*
“I sleep deep too.” *He moves and starts to drive back*
*after a few minutes, Andrew wakes up, staring at the front seat like he's trying to remember... Everything.*
*There is smooth jazz playing and Hermes his humming along*
*Andrew suddenly reaches forward, trying to turn it off*
*Hermes yelps and moves a bit* “Oh…um you don’t like it? Or maybe turned up?”
*he groans, tapping the console*
“…off?” *He turns it off* “Or up?” *He turned the music up*
*He groans again, looking like he's about to throw a shoe*
“Okay off.” *He turns it off* “see not so hard…I wonder if we have to help you learn to talk again.”
Mmm... Who...
*Andrew keeps a hand on the console, clenching and unclenching his fist, staring at it intently*
“Please don’t break my car it mean a lot to me…Oh I’m Hermes!” *He smiles*
Hermes...
*he whispers, his voice surprisingly gentle for once*
“Yes! Very good my friend hm what’s your name?”
Name....
*his face scrunches up, making the near decayed parts more obvious*
Naamme...
“Oh jeez we’ll have to see that up now won’t we. It’s okay hon take your time.”
*After a bit, he slowly shakes his head, signaling that he doesn't remember*
“Hm I’ll have to check my memory in a bit when I stop driving but it’s okay! Nothing to worry about.”
How... Long...?
*he croaks out*
“To the hanger? About 20 minutes left.”
*he nods, slowly going back to sleep*
*It was about 20 minutes later when Hermes stoped the car*
*Andrew seems to immediately open his eyes, already staring at Hermes in a very "just came back to life and still shows decay" way*
“Okay we are here you need help getting out of the car?”
*After a second of realizing he's awake, he looks at Hermes and nods.*
“Alright.” *He nods and gets out and opening the door for him and unbuckling him*
*Andrew huffs, holding out his arms like he's silently telling Hermes to pull.*
You were dead? Also HIIII 👋
I don't... Know
*Andrew places his hands on his lap, looking at the sickly grey of them. At how his cuticles have receded, and his nails are black. It's obvious decay had set in, and now he's back.*
“…jeez okay you do look dead…hm uh I can try an help you look normal.”
*Andrew nods, reaching up to wipe his cracked and blue lips of the drool currently dripping from them.*
Where...
*he looks around, his words slurring, almost like their muscle memory more than speech*
*He digs in his bag for medical supplies* “you’re close to my house…I say we wait a bit before getting you back to Cain.”
Cai...ne...?
“Yeah hon Cain.” *He gets out a wrap* “I’ll wrap up anything to dead until I can see it up and help your blood pressure and flow.”
*Andrew doesn't move, sitting stiffly. Not rigor mortis stiff, just stiff.*
Where
*he repeats, blinking slowly, his airway clogged and shallow*
“Hanger. It’s a place with a lot of planes.” *He wraps up his arms and ankles for more support* “You’ll be fragile for a while I’m sure but we’ll fix you…you have a better fate than Roman that’s for sure.”
*Andrew starts to lean, his tall body slowly falling as his eyes droop. He slurs something again, something unintelligible and wrong, drool dripping again.*
“Opp! Here big guy don’t fall on me now!” *He holds him up* “you’re drooling a bit…” *He gets out a wipe and wipes his mouth*
What.... Happen...
“You died I don’t really know how but you’re back now.”
Where...
*he slurs again, obviously not able to articulate much*
“Here I’ll answer your questions later but we have got to get you somewhere safer.” *He gently helps move him*
*Andrew slowly gets up, his movements looser than they should be, despite the stiffness in his joints. This leads to him tipping over more than once*
“It’s okay take your time…I’ll see if we can get you something to stabilize yourself with when we get you back to the hanger.” *they get to Hermes little yellow car* “now how to help you in?”
*Andrew groans, leaning heavily against the car, his eyes glassy and uncoordinated.*
“Hmm. Okay big boy you’re going to have to ride in the back.” *Hermes opens his door and moves Andrew around and puts his arm on the back of his knees and back* “okay I’m going to pick you up and just put you in…like a tree!”
Huh...?
*before he could be picked up, Andrew crawls into the back, falling into the seat*
“Or that works…guess I’m used to more challenging things.” *He buckles him up*
*Andrew slowly closes his eyes, his entire body wanting nothing more than to sleep*
“You can take a nap but we’ll be there soon.”
*he gives nothing more than a huff before falling into a deep sleep that almost looks like he's dead again. Luckily, his shallow breaths are still heard.*
“I sleep deep too.” *He moves and starts to drive back*
*after a few minutes, Andrew wakes up, staring at the front seat like he's trying to remember... Everything.*
*There is smooth jazz playing and Hermes his humming along*
*Andrew suddenly reaches forward, trying to turn it off*
*Hermes yelps and moves a bit* “Oh…um you don’t like it? Or maybe turned up?”
*he groans, tapping the console*
“…off?” *He turns it off* “Or up?” *He turned the music up*
*He groans again, looking like he's about to throw a shoe*
“Okay off.” *He turns it off* “see not so hard…I wonder if we have to help you learn to talk again.”
Mmm... Who...
*Andrew keeps a hand on the console, clenching and unclenching his fist, staring at it intently*
“Please don’t break my car it mean a lot to me…Oh I’m Hermes!” *He smiles*
Hermes...
*he whispers, his voice surprisingly gentle for once*
“Yes! Very good my friend hm what’s your name?”
Name....
*his face scrunches up, making the near decayed parts more obvious*
Naamme...
“Oh jeez we’ll have to see that up now won’t we. It’s okay hon take your time.”
*After a bit, he slowly shakes his head, signaling that he doesn't remember*
“Hm I’ll have to check my memory in a bit when I stop driving but it’s okay! Nothing to worry about.”
How... Long...?
*he croaks out*
“To the hanger? About 20 minutes left.”
*he nods, slowly going back to sleep*
*It was about 20 minutes later when Hermes stoped the car*
*Andrew seems to immediately open his eyes, already staring at Hermes in a very "just came back to life and still shows decay" way*
“Okay we are here you need help getting out of the car?”
*After a second of realizing he's awake, he looks at Hermes and nods.*
You were dead? Also HIIII 👋
I don't... Know
*Andrew places his hands on his lap, looking at the sickly grey of them. At how his cuticles have receded, and his nails are black. It's obvious decay had set in, and now he's back.*
“…jeez okay you do look dead…hm uh I can try an help you look normal.”
*Andrew nods, reaching up to wipe his cracked and blue lips of the drool currently dripping from them.*
Where...
*he looks around, his words slurring, almost like their muscle memory more than speech*
*He digs in his bag for medical supplies* “you’re close to my house…I say we wait a bit before getting you back to Cain.”
Cai...ne...?
“Yeah hon Cain.” *He gets out a wrap* “I’ll wrap up anything to dead until I can see it up and help your blood pressure and flow.”
*Andrew doesn't move, sitting stiffly. Not rigor mortis stiff, just stiff.*
Where
*he repeats, blinking slowly, his airway clogged and shallow*
“Hanger. It’s a place with a lot of planes.” *He wraps up his arms and ankles for more support* “You’ll be fragile for a while I’m sure but we’ll fix you…you have a better fate than Roman that’s for sure.”
*Andrew starts to lean, his tall body slowly falling as his eyes droop. He slurs something again, something unintelligible and wrong, drool dripping again.*
“Opp! Here big guy don’t fall on me now!” *He holds him up* “you’re drooling a bit…” *He gets out a wipe and wipes his mouth*
What.... Happen...
“You died I don’t really know how but you’re back now.”
Where...
*he slurs again, obviously not able to articulate much*
“Here I’ll answer your questions later but we have got to get you somewhere safer.” *He gently helps move him*
*Andrew slowly gets up, his movements looser than they should be, despite the stiffness in his joints. This leads to him tipping over more than once*
“It’s okay take your time…I’ll see if we can get you something to stabilize yourself with when we get you back to the hanger.” *they get to Hermes little yellow car* “now how to help you in?”
*Andrew groans, leaning heavily against the car, his eyes glassy and uncoordinated.*
“Hmm. Okay big boy you’re going to have to ride in the back.” *Hermes opens his door and moves Andrew around and puts his arm on the back of his knees and back* “okay I’m going to pick you up and just put you in…like a tree!”
Huh...?
*before he could be picked up, Andrew crawls into the back, falling into the seat*
“Or that works…guess I’m used to more challenging things.” *He buckles him up*
*Andrew slowly closes his eyes, his entire body wanting nothing more than to sleep*
“You can take a nap but we’ll be there soon.”
*he gives nothing more than a huff before falling into a deep sleep that almost looks like he's dead again. Luckily, his shallow breaths are still heard.*
“I sleep deep too.” *He moves and starts to drive back*
*after a few minutes, Andrew wakes up, staring at the front seat like he's trying to remember... Everything.*
*There is smooth jazz playing and Hermes his humming along*
*Andrew suddenly reaches forward, trying to turn it off*
*Hermes yelps and moves a bit* “Oh…um you don’t like it? Or maybe turned up?”
*he groans, tapping the console*
“…off?” *He turns it off* “Or up?” *He turned the music up*
*He groans again, looking like he's about to throw a shoe*
“Okay off.” *He turns it off* “see not so hard…I wonder if we have to help you learn to talk again.”
Mmm... Who...
*Andrew keeps a hand on the console, clenching and unclenching his fist, staring at it intently*
“Please don’t break my car it mean a lot to me…Oh I’m Hermes!” *He smiles*
Hermes...
*he whispers, his voice surprisingly gentle for once*
“Yes! Very good my friend hm what’s your name?”
Name....
*his face scrunches up, making the near decayed parts more obvious*
Naamme...
“Oh jeez we’ll have to see that up now won’t we. It’s okay hon take your time.”
*After a bit, he slowly shakes his head, signaling that he doesn't remember*
“Hm I’ll have to check my memory in a bit when I stop driving but it’s okay! Nothing to worry about.”
How... Long...?
*he croaks out*
“To the hanger? About 20 minutes left.”
*he nods, slowly going back to sleep*
*It was about 20 minutes later when Hermes stoped the car*
*Andrew seems to immediately open his eyes, already staring at Hermes in a very "just came back to life and still shows decay" way*
I couldn't stop shaking, so I attempted art
As a broke crime alley teen who wants to join the riddler-
What’s should you put on your resume?
I don't know. I just asked for a job. I can't even read english. But I'm good at following directions.
You were dead? Also HIIII 👋
I don't... Know
*Andrew places his hands on his lap, looking at the sickly grey of them. At how his cuticles have receded, and his nails are black. It's obvious decay had set in, and now he's back.*
“…jeez okay you do look dead…hm uh I can try an help you look normal.”
*Andrew nods, reaching up to wipe his cracked and blue lips of the drool currently dripping from them.*
Where...
*he looks around, his words slurring, almost like their muscle memory more than speech*
*He digs in his bag for medical supplies* “you’re close to my house…I say we wait a bit before getting you back to Cain.”
Cai...ne...?
“Yeah hon Cain.” *He gets out a wrap* “I’ll wrap up anything to dead until I can see it up and help your blood pressure and flow.”
*Andrew doesn't move, sitting stiffly. Not rigor mortis stiff, just stiff.*
Where
*he repeats, blinking slowly, his airway clogged and shallow*
“Hanger. It’s a place with a lot of planes.” *He wraps up his arms and ankles for more support* “You’ll be fragile for a while I’m sure but we’ll fix you…you have a better fate than Roman that’s for sure.”
*Andrew starts to lean, his tall body slowly falling as his eyes droop. He slurs something again, something unintelligible and wrong, drool dripping again.*
“Opp! Here big guy don’t fall on me now!” *He holds him up* “you’re drooling a bit…” *He gets out a wipe and wipes his mouth*
What.... Happen...
“You died I don’t really know how but you’re back now.”
Where...
*he slurs again, obviously not able to articulate much*
“Here I’ll answer your questions later but we have got to get you somewhere safer.” *He gently helps move him*
*Andrew slowly gets up, his movements looser than they should be, despite the stiffness in his joints. This leads to him tipping over more than once*
“It’s okay take your time…I’ll see if we can get you something to stabilize yourself with when we get you back to the hanger.” *they get to Hermes little yellow car* “now how to help you in?”
*Andrew groans, leaning heavily against the car, his eyes glassy and uncoordinated.*
“Hmm. Okay big boy you’re going to have to ride in the back.” *Hermes opens his door and moves Andrew around and puts his arm on the back of his knees and back* “okay I’m going to pick you up and just put you in…like a tree!”
Huh...?
*before he could be picked up, Andrew crawls into the back, falling into the seat*
“Or that works…guess I’m used to more challenging things.” *He buckles him up*
*Andrew slowly closes his eyes, his entire body wanting nothing more than to sleep*
“You can take a nap but we’ll be there soon.”
*he gives nothing more than a huff before falling into a deep sleep that almost looks like he's dead again. Luckily, his shallow breaths are still heard.*
“I sleep deep too.” *He moves and starts to drive back*
*after a few minutes, Andrew wakes up, staring at the front seat like he's trying to remember... Everything.*
*There is smooth jazz playing and Hermes his humming along*
*Andrew suddenly reaches forward, trying to turn it off*
*Hermes yelps and moves a bit* “Oh…um you don’t like it? Or maybe turned up?”
*he groans, tapping the console*
“…off?” *He turns it off* “Or up?” *He turned the music up*
*He groans again, looking like he's about to throw a shoe*
“Okay off.” *He turns it off* “see not so hard…I wonder if we have to help you learn to talk again.”
Mmm... Who...
*Andrew keeps a hand on the console, clenching and unclenching his fist, staring at it intently*
“Please don’t break my car it mean a lot to me…Oh I’m Hermes!” *He smiles*
Hermes...
*he whispers, his voice surprisingly gentle for once*
“Yes! Very good my friend hm what’s your name?”
Name....
*his face scrunches up, making the near decayed parts more obvious*
Naamme...
“Oh jeez we’ll have to see that up now won’t we. It’s okay hon take your time.”
*After a bit, he slowly shakes his head, signaling that he doesn't remember*
“Hm I’ll have to check my memory in a bit when I stop driving but it’s okay! Nothing to worry about.”
How... Long...?
*he croaks out*
“To the hanger? About 20 minutes left.”
*he nods, slowly going back to sleep*
You were dead? Also HIIII 👋
I don't... Know
*Andrew places his hands on his lap, looking at the sickly grey of them. At how his cuticles have receded, and his nails are black. It's obvious decay had set in, and now he's back.*
“…jeez okay you do look dead…hm uh I can try an help you look normal.”
*Andrew nods, reaching up to wipe his cracked and blue lips of the drool currently dripping from them.*
Where...
*he looks around, his words slurring, almost like their muscle memory more than speech*
*He digs in his bag for medical supplies* “you’re close to my house…I say we wait a bit before getting you back to Cain.”
Cai...ne...?
“Yeah hon Cain.” *He gets out a wrap* “I’ll wrap up anything to dead until I can see it up and help your blood pressure and flow.”
*Andrew doesn't move, sitting stiffly. Not rigor mortis stiff, just stiff.*
Where
*he repeats, blinking slowly, his airway clogged and shallow*
“Hanger. It’s a place with a lot of planes.” *He wraps up his arms and ankles for more support* “You’ll be fragile for a while I’m sure but we’ll fix you…you have a better fate than Roman that’s for sure.”
*Andrew starts to lean, his tall body slowly falling as his eyes droop. He slurs something again, something unintelligible and wrong, drool dripping again.*
“Opp! Here big guy don’t fall on me now!” *He holds him up* “you’re drooling a bit…” *He gets out a wipe and wipes his mouth*
What.... Happen...
“You died I don’t really know how but you’re back now.”
Where...
*he slurs again, obviously not able to articulate much*
“Here I’ll answer your questions later but we have got to get you somewhere safer.” *He gently helps move him*
*Andrew slowly gets up, his movements looser than they should be, despite the stiffness in his joints. This leads to him tipping over more than once*
“It’s okay take your time…I’ll see if we can get you something to stabilize yourself with when we get you back to the hanger.” *they get to Hermes little yellow car* “now how to help you in?”
*Andrew groans, leaning heavily against the car, his eyes glassy and uncoordinated.*
“Hmm. Okay big boy you’re going to have to ride in the back.” *Hermes opens his door and moves Andrew around and puts his arm on the back of his knees and back* “okay I’m going to pick you up and just put you in…like a tree!”
Huh...?
*before he could be picked up, Andrew crawls into the back, falling into the seat*
“Or that works…guess I’m used to more challenging things.” *He buckles him up*
*Andrew slowly closes his eyes, his entire body wanting nothing more than to sleep*
“You can take a nap but we’ll be there soon.”
*he gives nothing more than a huff before falling into a deep sleep that almost looks like he's dead again. Luckily, his shallow breaths are still heard.*
“I sleep deep too.” *He moves and starts to drive back*
*after a few minutes, Andrew wakes up, staring at the front seat like he's trying to remember... Everything.*
*There is smooth jazz playing and Hermes his humming along*
*Andrew suddenly reaches forward, trying to turn it off*
*Hermes yelps and moves a bit* “Oh…um you don’t like it? Or maybe turned up?”
*he groans, tapping the console*
“…off?” *He turns it off* “Or up?” *He turned the music up*
*He groans again, looking like he's about to throw a shoe*
“Okay off.” *He turns it off* “see not so hard…I wonder if we have to help you learn to talk again.”
Mmm... Who...
*Andrew keeps a hand on the console, clenching and unclenching his fist, staring at it intently*
“Please don’t break my car it mean a lot to me…Oh I’m Hermes!” *He smiles*
Hermes...
*he whispers, his voice surprisingly gentle for once*
“Yes! Very good my friend hm what’s your name?”
Name....
*his face scrunches up, making the near decayed parts more obvious*
Naamme...
“Oh jeez we’ll have to see that up now won’t we. It’s okay hon take your time.”
*After a bit, he slowly shakes his head, signaling that he doesn't remember*
“Hm I’ll have to check my memory in a bit when I stop driving but it’s okay! Nothing to worry about.”
How... Long...?
*he croaks out*
You were dead? Also HIIII 👋
I don't... Know
*Andrew places his hands on his lap, looking at the sickly grey of them. At how his cuticles have receded, and his nails are black. It's obvious decay had set in, and now he's back.*
“…jeez okay you do look dead…hm uh I can try an help you look normal.”
*Andrew nods, reaching up to wipe his cracked and blue lips of the drool currently dripping from them.*
Where...
*he looks around, his words slurring, almost like their muscle memory more than speech*
*He digs in his bag for medical supplies* “you’re close to my house…I say we wait a bit before getting you back to Cain.”
Cai...ne...?
“Yeah hon Cain.” *He gets out a wrap* “I’ll wrap up anything to dead until I can see it up and help your blood pressure and flow.”
*Andrew doesn't move, sitting stiffly. Not rigor mortis stiff, just stiff.*
Where
*he repeats, blinking slowly, his airway clogged and shallow*
“Hanger. It’s a place with a lot of planes.” *He wraps up his arms and ankles for more support* “You’ll be fragile for a while I’m sure but we’ll fix you…you have a better fate than Roman that’s for sure.”
*Andrew starts to lean, his tall body slowly falling as his eyes droop. He slurs something again, something unintelligible and wrong, drool dripping again.*
“Opp! Here big guy don’t fall on me now!” *He holds him up* “you’re drooling a bit…” *He gets out a wipe and wipes his mouth*
What.... Happen...
“You died I don’t really know how but you’re back now.”
Where...
*he slurs again, obviously not able to articulate much*
“Here I’ll answer your questions later but we have got to get you somewhere safer.” *He gently helps move him*
*Andrew slowly gets up, his movements looser than they should be, despite the stiffness in his joints. This leads to him tipping over more than once*
“It’s okay take your time…I’ll see if we can get you something to stabilize yourself with when we get you back to the hanger.” *they get to Hermes little yellow car* “now how to help you in?”
*Andrew groans, leaning heavily against the car, his eyes glassy and uncoordinated.*
“Hmm. Okay big boy you’re going to have to ride in the back.” *Hermes opens his door and moves Andrew around and puts his arm on the back of his knees and back* “okay I’m going to pick you up and just put you in…like a tree!”
Huh...?
*before he could be picked up, Andrew crawls into the back, falling into the seat*
“Or that works…guess I’m used to more challenging things.” *He buckles him up*
*Andrew slowly closes his eyes, his entire body wanting nothing more than to sleep*
“You can take a nap but we’ll be there soon.”
*he gives nothing more than a huff before falling into a deep sleep that almost looks like he's dead again. Luckily, his shallow breaths are still heard.*
“I sleep deep too.” *He moves and starts to drive back*
*after a few minutes, Andrew wakes up, staring at the front seat like he's trying to remember... Everything.*
*There is smooth jazz playing and Hermes his humming along*
*Andrew suddenly reaches forward, trying to turn it off*
*Hermes yelps and moves a bit* “Oh…um you don’t like it? Or maybe turned up?”
*he groans, tapping the console*
“…off?” *He turns it off* “Or up?” *He turned the music up*
*He groans again, looking like he's about to throw a shoe*
“Okay off.” *He turns it off* “see not so hard…I wonder if we have to help you learn to talk again.”
Mmm... Who...
*Andrew keeps a hand on the console, clenching and unclenching his fist, staring at it intently*
“Please don’t break my car it mean a lot to me…Oh I’m Hermes!” *He smiles*
Hermes...
*he whispers, his voice surprisingly gentle for once*
“Yes! Very good my friend hm what’s your name?”
Name....
*his face scrunches up, making the near decayed parts more obvious*
Naamme...
“Oh jeez we’ll have to see that up now won’t we. It’s okay hon take your time.”
*After a bit, he slowly shakes his head, signaling that he doesn't remember*
You were dead? Also HIIII 👋
I don't... Know
*Andrew places his hands on his lap, looking at the sickly grey of them. At how his cuticles have receded, and his nails are black. It's obvious decay had set in, and now he's back.*
“…jeez okay you do look dead…hm uh I can try an help you look normal.”
*Andrew nods, reaching up to wipe his cracked and blue lips of the drool currently dripping from them.*
Where...
*he looks around, his words slurring, almost like their muscle memory more than speech*
*He digs in his bag for medical supplies* “you’re close to my house…I say we wait a bit before getting you back to Cain.”
Cai...ne...?
“Yeah hon Cain.” *He gets out a wrap* “I’ll wrap up anything to dead until I can see it up and help your blood pressure and flow.”
*Andrew doesn't move, sitting stiffly. Not rigor mortis stiff, just stiff.*
Where
*he repeats, blinking slowly, his airway clogged and shallow*
“Hanger. It’s a place with a lot of planes.” *He wraps up his arms and ankles for more support* “You’ll be fragile for a while I’m sure but we’ll fix you…you have a better fate than Roman that’s for sure.”
*Andrew starts to lean, his tall body slowly falling as his eyes droop. He slurs something again, something unintelligible and wrong, drool dripping again.*
“Opp! Here big guy don’t fall on me now!” *He holds him up* “you’re drooling a bit…” *He gets out a wipe and wipes his mouth*
What.... Happen...
“You died I don’t really know how but you’re back now.”
Where...
*he slurs again, obviously not able to articulate much*
“Here I’ll answer your questions later but we have got to get you somewhere safer.” *He gently helps move him*
*Andrew slowly gets up, his movements looser than they should be, despite the stiffness in his joints. This leads to him tipping over more than once*
“It’s okay take your time…I’ll see if we can get you something to stabilize yourself with when we get you back to the hanger.” *they get to Hermes little yellow car* “now how to help you in?”
*Andrew groans, leaning heavily against the car, his eyes glassy and uncoordinated.*
“Hmm. Okay big boy you’re going to have to ride in the back.” *Hermes opens his door and moves Andrew around and puts his arm on the back of his knees and back* “okay I’m going to pick you up and just put you in…like a tree!”
Huh...?
*before he could be picked up, Andrew crawls into the back, falling into the seat*
“Or that works…guess I’m used to more challenging things.” *He buckles him up*
*Andrew slowly closes his eyes, his entire body wanting nothing more than to sleep*
“You can take a nap but we’ll be there soon.”
*he gives nothing more than a huff before falling into a deep sleep that almost looks like he's dead again. Luckily, his shallow breaths are still heard.*
“I sleep deep too.” *He moves and starts to drive back*
*after a few minutes, Andrew wakes up, staring at the front seat like he's trying to remember... Everything.*
*There is smooth jazz playing and Hermes his humming along*
*Andrew suddenly reaches forward, trying to turn it off*
*Hermes yelps and moves a bit* “Oh…um you don’t like it? Or maybe turned up?”
*he groans, tapping the console*
“…off?” *He turns it off* “Or up?” *He turned the music up*
*He groans again, looking like he's about to throw a shoe*
“Okay off.” *He turns it off* “see not so hard…I wonder if we have to help you learn to talk again.”
Mmm... Who...
*Andrew keeps a hand on the console, clenching and unclenching his fist, staring at it intently*
“Please don’t break my car it mean a lot to me…Oh I’m Hermes!” *He smiles*
Hermes...
*he whispers, his voice surprisingly gentle for once*
“Yes! Very good my friend hm what’s your name?”
Name....
*his face scrunches up, making the near decayed parts more obvious*
Naamme...
You were dead? Also HIIII 👋
I don't... Know
*Andrew places his hands on his lap, looking at the sickly grey of them. At how his cuticles have receded, and his nails are black. It's obvious decay had set in, and now he's back.*
“…jeez okay you do look dead…hm uh I can try an help you look normal.”
*Andrew nods, reaching up to wipe his cracked and blue lips of the drool currently dripping from them.*
Where...
*he looks around, his words slurring, almost like their muscle memory more than speech*
*He digs in his bag for medical supplies* “you’re close to my house…I say we wait a bit before getting you back to Cain.”
Cai...ne...?
“Yeah hon Cain.” *He gets out a wrap* “I’ll wrap up anything to dead until I can see it up and help your blood pressure and flow.”
*Andrew doesn't move, sitting stiffly. Not rigor mortis stiff, just stiff.*
Where
*he repeats, blinking slowly, his airway clogged and shallow*
“Hanger. It’s a place with a lot of planes.” *He wraps up his arms and ankles for more support* “You’ll be fragile for a while I’m sure but we’ll fix you…you have a better fate than Roman that’s for sure.”
*Andrew starts to lean, his tall body slowly falling as his eyes droop. He slurs something again, something unintelligible and wrong, drool dripping again.*
“Opp! Here big guy don’t fall on me now!” *He holds him up* “you’re drooling a bit…” *He gets out a wipe and wipes his mouth*
What.... Happen...
“You died I don’t really know how but you’re back now.”
Where...
*he slurs again, obviously not able to articulate much*
“Here I’ll answer your questions later but we have got to get you somewhere safer.” *He gently helps move him*
*Andrew slowly gets up, his movements looser than they should be, despite the stiffness in his joints. This leads to him tipping over more than once*
“It’s okay take your time…I’ll see if we can get you something to stabilize yourself with when we get you back to the hanger.” *they get to Hermes little yellow car* “now how to help you in?”
*Andrew groans, leaning heavily against the car, his eyes glassy and uncoordinated.*
“Hmm. Okay big boy you’re going to have to ride in the back.” *Hermes opens his door and moves Andrew around and puts his arm on the back of his knees and back* “okay I’m going to pick you up and just put you in…like a tree!”
Huh...?
*before he could be picked up, Andrew crawls into the back, falling into the seat*
“Or that works…guess I’m used to more challenging things.” *He buckles him up*
*Andrew slowly closes his eyes, his entire body wanting nothing more than to sleep*
“You can take a nap but we’ll be there soon.”
*he gives nothing more than a huff before falling into a deep sleep that almost looks like he's dead again. Luckily, his shallow breaths are still heard.*
“I sleep deep too.” *He moves and starts to drive back*
*after a few minutes, Andrew wakes up, staring at the front seat like he's trying to remember... Everything.*
*There is smooth jazz playing and Hermes his humming along*
*Andrew suddenly reaches forward, trying to turn it off*
*Hermes yelps and moves a bit* “Oh…um you don’t like it? Or maybe turned up?”
*he groans, tapping the console*
“…off?” *He turns it off* “Or up?” *He turned the music up*
*He groans again, looking like he's about to throw a shoe*
“Okay off.” *He turns it off* “see not so hard…I wonder if we have to help you learn to talk again.”
Mmm... Who...
*Andrew keeps a hand on the console, clenching and unclenching his fist, staring at it intently*
“Please don’t break my car it mean a lot to me…Oh I’m Hermes!” *He smiles*
Hermes...
*he whispers, his voice surprisingly gentle for once*
You were dead? Also HIIII 👋
I don't... Know
*Andrew places his hands on his lap, looking at the sickly grey of them. At how his cuticles have receded, and his nails are black. It's obvious decay had set in, and now he's back.*
“…jeez okay you do look dead…hm uh I can try an help you look normal.”
*Andrew nods, reaching up to wipe his cracked and blue lips of the drool currently dripping from them.*
Where...
*he looks around, his words slurring, almost like their muscle memory more than speech*
*He digs in his bag for medical supplies* “you’re close to my house…I say we wait a bit before getting you back to Cain.”
Cai...ne...?
“Yeah hon Cain.” *He gets out a wrap* “I’ll wrap up anything to dead until I can see it up and help your blood pressure and flow.”
*Andrew doesn't move, sitting stiffly. Not rigor mortis stiff, just stiff.*
Where
*he repeats, blinking slowly, his airway clogged and shallow*
“Hanger. It’s a place with a lot of planes.” *He wraps up his arms and ankles for more support* “You’ll be fragile for a while I’m sure but we’ll fix you…you have a better fate than Roman that’s for sure.”
*Andrew starts to lean, his tall body slowly falling as his eyes droop. He slurs something again, something unintelligible and wrong, drool dripping again.*
“Opp! Here big guy don’t fall on me now!” *He holds him up* “you’re drooling a bit…” *He gets out a wipe and wipes his mouth*
What.... Happen...
“You died I don’t really know how but you’re back now.”
Where...
*he slurs again, obviously not able to articulate much*
“Here I’ll answer your questions later but we have got to get you somewhere safer.” *He gently helps move him*
*Andrew slowly gets up, his movements looser than they should be, despite the stiffness in his joints. This leads to him tipping over more than once*
“It’s okay take your time…I’ll see if we can get you something to stabilize yourself with when we get you back to the hanger.” *they get to Hermes little yellow car* “now how to help you in?”
*Andrew groans, leaning heavily against the car, his eyes glassy and uncoordinated.*
“Hmm. Okay big boy you’re going to have to ride in the back.” *Hermes opens his door and moves Andrew around and puts his arm on the back of his knees and back* “okay I’m going to pick you up and just put you in…like a tree!”
Huh...?
*before he could be picked up, Andrew crawls into the back, falling into the seat*
“Or that works…guess I’m used to more challenging things.” *He buckles him up*
*Andrew slowly closes his eyes, his entire body wanting nothing more than to sleep*
“You can take a nap but we’ll be there soon.”
*he gives nothing more than a huff before falling into a deep sleep that almost looks like he's dead again. Luckily, his shallow breaths are still heard.*
“I sleep deep too.” *He moves and starts to drive back*
*after a few minutes, Andrew wakes up, staring at the front seat like he's trying to remember... Everything.*
*There is smooth jazz playing and Hermes his humming along*
*Andrew suddenly reaches forward, trying to turn it off*
*Hermes yelps and moves a bit* “Oh…um you don’t like it? Or maybe turned up?”
*he groans, tapping the console*
“…off?” *He turns it off* “Or up?” *He turned the music up*
*He groans again, looking like he's about to throw a shoe*
“Okay off.” *He turns it off* “see not so hard…I wonder if we have to help you learn to talk again.”
Mmm... Who...
*Andrew keeps a hand on the console, clenching and unclenching his fist, staring at it intently*
You were dead? Also HIIII 👋
I don't... Know
*Andrew places his hands on his lap, looking at the sickly grey of them. At how his cuticles have receded, and his nails are black. It's obvious decay had set in, and now he's back.*
“…jeez okay you do look dead…hm uh I can try an help you look normal.”
*Andrew nods, reaching up to wipe his cracked and blue lips of the drool currently dripping from them.*
Where...
*he looks around, his words slurring, almost like their muscle memory more than speech*
*He digs in his bag for medical supplies* “you’re close to my house…I say we wait a bit before getting you back to Cain.”
Cai...ne...?
“Yeah hon Cain.” *He gets out a wrap* “I’ll wrap up anything to dead until I can see it up and help your blood pressure and flow.”
*Andrew doesn't move, sitting stiffly. Not rigor mortis stiff, just stiff.*
Where
*he repeats, blinking slowly, his airway clogged and shallow*
“Hanger. It’s a place with a lot of planes.” *He wraps up his arms and ankles for more support* “You’ll be fragile for a while I’m sure but we’ll fix you…you have a better fate than Roman that’s for sure.”
*Andrew starts to lean, his tall body slowly falling as his eyes droop. He slurs something again, something unintelligible and wrong, drool dripping again.*
“Opp! Here big guy don’t fall on me now!” *He holds him up* “you’re drooling a bit…” *He gets out a wipe and wipes his mouth*
What.... Happen...
“You died I don’t really know how but you’re back now.”
Where...
*he slurs again, obviously not able to articulate much*
“Here I’ll answer your questions later but we have got to get you somewhere safer.” *He gently helps move him*
*Andrew slowly gets up, his movements looser than they should be, despite the stiffness in his joints. This leads to him tipping over more than once*
“It’s okay take your time…I’ll see if we can get you something to stabilize yourself with when we get you back to the hanger.” *they get to Hermes little yellow car* “now how to help you in?”
*Andrew groans, leaning heavily against the car, his eyes glassy and uncoordinated.*
“Hmm. Okay big boy you’re going to have to ride in the back.” *Hermes opens his door and moves Andrew around and puts his arm on the back of his knees and back* “okay I’m going to pick you up and just put you in…like a tree!”
Huh...?
*before he could be picked up, Andrew crawls into the back, falling into the seat*
“Or that works…guess I’m used to more challenging things.” *He buckles him up*
*Andrew slowly closes his eyes, his entire body wanting nothing more than to sleep*
“You can take a nap but we’ll be there soon.”
*he gives nothing more than a huff before falling into a deep sleep that almost looks like he's dead again. Luckily, his shallow breaths are still heard.*
“I sleep deep too.” *He moves and starts to drive back*
*after a few minutes, Andrew wakes up, staring at the front seat like he's trying to remember... Everything.*
*There is smooth jazz playing and Hermes his humming along*
*Andrew suddenly reaches forward, trying to turn it off*
*Hermes yelps and moves a bit* “Oh…um you don’t like it? Or maybe turned up?”
*he groans, tapping the console*
“…off?” *He turns it off* “Or up?” *He turned the music up*
*He groans again, looking like he's about to throw a shoe*
You were dead? Also HIIII 👋
I don't... Know
*Andrew places his hands on his lap, looking at the sickly grey of them. At how his cuticles have receded, and his nails are black. It's obvious decay had set in, and now he's back.*
“…jeez okay you do look dead…hm uh I can try an help you look normal.”
*Andrew nods, reaching up to wipe his cracked and blue lips of the drool currently dripping from them.*
Where...
*he looks around, his words slurring, almost like their muscle memory more than speech*
*He digs in his bag for medical supplies* “you’re close to my house…I say we wait a bit before getting you back to Cain.”
Cai...ne...?
“Yeah hon Cain.” *He gets out a wrap* “I’ll wrap up anything to dead until I can see it up and help your blood pressure and flow.”
*Andrew doesn't move, sitting stiffly. Not rigor mortis stiff, just stiff.*
Where
*he repeats, blinking slowly, his airway clogged and shallow*
“Hanger. It’s a place with a lot of planes.” *He wraps up his arms and ankles for more support* “You’ll be fragile for a while I’m sure but we’ll fix you…you have a better fate than Roman that’s for sure.”
*Andrew starts to lean, his tall body slowly falling as his eyes droop. He slurs something again, something unintelligible and wrong, drool dripping again.*
“Opp! Here big guy don’t fall on me now!” *He holds him up* “you’re drooling a bit…” *He gets out a wipe and wipes his mouth*
What.... Happen...
“You died I don’t really know how but you’re back now.”
Where...
*he slurs again, obviously not able to articulate much*
“Here I’ll answer your questions later but we have got to get you somewhere safer.” *He gently helps move him*
*Andrew slowly gets up, his movements looser than they should be, despite the stiffness in his joints. This leads to him tipping over more than once*
“It’s okay take your time…I’ll see if we can get you something to stabilize yourself with when we get you back to the hanger.” *they get to Hermes little yellow car* “now how to help you in?”
*Andrew groans, leaning heavily against the car, his eyes glassy and uncoordinated.*
“Hmm. Okay big boy you’re going to have to ride in the back.” *Hermes opens his door and moves Andrew around and puts his arm on the back of his knees and back* “okay I’m going to pick you up and just put you in…like a tree!”
Huh...?
*before he could be picked up, Andrew crawls into the back, falling into the seat*
“Or that works…guess I’m used to more challenging things.” *He buckles him up*
*Andrew slowly closes his eyes, his entire body wanting nothing more than to sleep*
“You can take a nap but we’ll be there soon.”
*he gives nothing more than a huff before falling into a deep sleep that almost looks like he's dead again. Luckily, his shallow breaths are still heard.*
“I sleep deep too.” *He moves and starts to drive back*
*after a few minutes, Andrew wakes up, staring at the front seat like he's trying to remember... Everything.*
*There is smooth jazz playing and Hermes his humming along*
*Andrew suddenly reaches forward, trying to turn it off*
*Hermes yelps and moves a bit* “Oh…um you don’t like it? Or maybe turned up?”
*he groans, tapping the console*
