Going back into the breather world, assimilating, associating himself with them had been an entirely confusing feat. In the time he’d spent in Stokely, living somewhat normal, he’d always thought he knew everything there was about being a breather — a person. But he’d only seen a simple tip of the iceberg. “ An arcade ? ” eyebrows furrowed, his arms crossed over his chest with one hand free, up in the air like a philosophical, wise, thinker the only thing that he could think of was archaic — a crypt ... his dad. “ What on earth is that ? ”
@creepwatched / [ got a thing bc why not ]
