IT’S A PRICKLE ON THE BACK OF HIS NECK, a boulder at the base of his throat as he feels the scissors dully cut his hair. it’s funny how this is the first time in years he feels himself almost wanting to cry ? but no, it wasn’t because of the hair, itself -- it reminds him too much of when he went into the military. ( neck prickling with static. ) he still remembers the feel of the buzzer against his skull. for a second, he sits there with loren resting her head on his shoulder : and then, snake re - animates, letting out a long exhale through terse lips. toughen up and keep going.
he shifts, dismissing her affection, looking in the mirror a second -- running fingers through hair to familiarize. he doesn’t respond to her a long time. “ ... whatever. “ he tells her, which, in plissken - terms, meant sure. “ -- i’m gonna go have a smoke first. “ maybe nicotine will help him stop feeling like his consciousness is floating away.
@wiltpetals / continue.