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[it has been a long time since he's opened his eyes and understood where he was. Through the delirium, he wakes and finds himself staring up at the familiar ceiling of his vacant apartment room in town. No laboratory. No disordered sensations that accompany experimentation and captivity. ...No, he's actually awake. It's a hard fact to take in, at first. After more than a month, they've really let him go; they finally brought him back...
He laughs.
It's not funny. It's not funny at all. ...And that fact somehow makes him laugh even harder.
His voice is weak and hoarse, but... he can't stop. Helpless, useless giggling as he rolls over and pushes himself unsteadily to his feet. A moment later, the journal also picks up the sound of a small crash as he teeters into a nightstand, knocking it over. More laughter coughed under his breath, he stoops to pick up the journal, and the image of his face swings drunkenly into view]
It's been a while... [narrowing glazed-over eyes at the pages, chuckling] ...Is anyone in there, or did they get you too? They---
[he doesn't manage to finish his sentence, though. Face paling even further, and then dropping out of sight as he stops to half-slump against the wall, the journal just barely dangles from his fingers. Voiceless chuckling, almost pained... before the sound of retching.
Several moments later, the monster pulls himself together a little, and staggers out the door...]
((ooc: Legato's finally back... and drugged all to hell! The effects of this are going to last at least several days, so feel free to run into him staggering or slumped anywhere in town. Open for anything at all, but he doesn't know that Knives is gone yet, and it's probably best to keep it that way))
He laughs.
It's not funny. It's not funny at all. ...And that fact somehow makes him laugh even harder.
His voice is weak and hoarse, but... he can't stop. Helpless, useless giggling as he rolls over and pushes himself unsteadily to his feet. A moment later, the journal also picks up the sound of a small crash as he teeters into a nightstand, knocking it over. More laughter coughed under his breath, he stoops to pick up the journal, and the image of his face swings drunkenly into view]
It's been a while... [narrowing glazed-over eyes at the pages, chuckling] ...Is anyone in there, or did they get you too? They---
[he doesn't manage to finish his sentence, though. Face paling even further, and then dropping out of sight as he stops to half-slump against the wall, the journal just barely dangles from his fingers. Voiceless chuckling, almost pained... before the sound of retching.
Several moments later, the monster pulls himself together a little, and staggers out the door...]
((ooc: Legato's finally back... and drugged all to hell! The effects of this are going to last at least several days, so feel free to run into him staggering or slumped anywhere in town. Open for anything at all, but he doesn't know that Knives is gone yet, and it's probably best to keep it that way))