fifty-three. [voice/action]
[Somehow this icon is appropriate. The device clicks on, as it likes doing that to torture everyone, and an orange prescription bottle can be seen half obstructing the view of it. The thing is, is that there's no label on it, so unless you were good with spotting meds you'd have no idea what's in the bottle. All you can tell is that it's half empty. Or half full, if you're an optimist.
From the giggling in the background, neither does America.
Guess who's been self medicating? And by that, it's more along the lines of 'oh hay drugs in closet LET'S TAKE THESE TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS'! Brilliant idea, America. the scary thing is teens actually do this whyyy]
-like that, he remembers everything, too! That douche bag... to think, after everything Dean went through, that someone more deserving should have that... um. That. Yeah.
[He's in Canada's room, lying down on his brother's bed.. and if he's talking to anyone, there's nobody else on screen initially. He sits up without Texas on his face, wearing a button down shirt that's open and.. a shit ton of bandages, either wrapping him around his chest and his right shoulder and his left upper arm. There was an ice pack on him, but that gets dropped to the floor. He reaches for the bottle without entirely looking, knocks it over with a soft thunk to the floor, and swears under his breath as he ducks out of frame to grab it.]
What a shitty week it's been. Seriously. As if today my arm wasn't sore enough on it's own..
[He rises up and peers at the device, staring at it for a few seconds as if trying to process something he might be high, who knows.]
...Is this thing on?
From the giggling in the background, neither does America.
Guess who's been self medicating? And by that, it's more along the lines of 'oh hay drugs in closet LET'S TAKE THESE TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS'! Brilliant idea, America. the scary thing is teens actually do this whyyy]
-like that, he remembers everything, too! That douche bag... to think, after everything Dean went through, that someone more deserving should have that... um. That. Yeah.
[He's in Canada's room, lying down on his brother's bed.. and if he's talking to anyone, there's nobody else on screen initially. He sits up without Texas on his face, wearing a button down shirt that's open and.. a shit ton of bandages, either wrapping him around his chest and his right shoulder and his left upper arm. There was an ice pack on him, but that gets dropped to the floor. He reaches for the bottle without entirely looking, knocks it over with a soft thunk to the floor, and swears under his breath as he ducks out of frame to grab it.]
What a shitty week it's been. Seriously. As if today my arm wasn't sore enough on it's own..
[He rises up and peers at the device, staring at it for a few seconds as if trying to process something he might be high, who knows.]
...Is this thing on?