Even those who aren't human in their world get sick in this
[ Around Mayfield | Smashing insects | Open ]
[ Basco is happy to have some action around the place, and he is shooting away at ants, crabs and praying mantises, an evil glint in his eyes as he break machine upon machine. Yes, he's enjoying himself, but is a bit disappointed that there is no blood, only the hollow sound of electric wires being ripped apart. ]
[ the 29th | Phone ]
[ Basco's voice is both muffled and tired, and he sounds far off. He sniffles, drawing in his breath and his teeth is cluttering. ]
Damnit... 's it always been so cold here...?
[ He cough and if you'd been able to see him, you can see how the phone is probbed up against his cheek and ear and he's just laying in the bed without really moving. ]
Not feeling good.. Being human really sucks.
[ He coughs again, this time getting a worse fit than the previous one.n]
..I was having plans for work tonight, too...
[ He has talked to Luka, but it's nothing that he think of right now. If he'd been able to think right now, he wouldn't even have made this call. ]
[ the 29th | 1250 Williams Road | Open to Friends and Family ]
[ It's the afternoon, the same day that he made his phone-call, and he is in the kitchen. He has just managed to push a drawer in front of the door to a closet, in which his drone-son and drone-daughter is shut into. He leans against the drawers side, feeling drained. But the two children had been bugging him all morning, causing him to not get much sleep. If you walk into the kitchen uninvited, you might find him on the edge of drifting off while shivering in cold sweat.
[ Basco is happy to have some action around the place, and he is shooting away at ants, crabs and praying mantises, an evil glint in his eyes as he break machine upon machine. Yes, he's enjoying himself, but is a bit disappointed that there is no blood, only the hollow sound of electric wires being ripped apart. ]
[ the 29th | Phone ]
[ Basco's voice is both muffled and tired, and he sounds far off. He sniffles, drawing in his breath and his teeth is cluttering. ]
Damnit... 's it always been so cold here...?
[ He cough and if you'd been able to see him, you can see how the phone is probbed up against his cheek and ear and he's just laying in the bed without really moving. ]
Not feeling good.. Being human really sucks.
[ He coughs again, this time getting a worse fit than the previous one.n]
..I was having plans for work tonight, too...
[ He has talked to Luka, but it's nothing that he think of right now. If he'd been able to think right now, he wouldn't even have made this call. ]
[ the 29th | 1250 Williams Road | Open to Friends and Family ]
[ It's the afternoon, the same day that he made his phone-call, and he is in the kitchen. He has just managed to push a drawer in front of the door to a closet, in which his drone-son and drone-daughter is shut into. He leans against the drawers side, feeling drained. But the two children had been bugging him all morning, causing him to not get much sleep. If you walk into the kitchen uninvited, you might find him on the edge of drifting off while shivering in cold sweat.