Jul 06, 2011 19:25
[The feed clicks on to show a face that's been absent from the Network for a while, but he's not sick... or looking anything near traumatized, injured, or something else that would have had him avoiding posting everywhere for so long.
Instead, he looks calm. A little more calm than he has in a long while, since before the entire mess with their dreams happened oh-so-long ago. But for now, he's cradling a little glass of water in his hands, peering over it pensively at the PCD, knees drawn up to his chest as he relaxes in a chair in his room, lost in the thin, loose material of a rather large shirt - with a picture of a penguin eating a peach on it, thus betraying the fact that it is, actually, from the girl's section if anyone really cared enough.]
July sixth. I'd be home, now, still cleaning up from the family party on the fourth. [He frowns, thoughtfully, reaching up to smooth out his hair a bit.] I'm almost already regretting asking, but... what would you be doing back home now? Does anyone even sit and think about it anymore?