✤ twenty nine; (my head is at half; i'm searching the clouds for the score)
[He snapped out of his droning a few hours ago.
-and then hadn't said a word about it, quietly checking a calendar- (Missed my own fuckin' birthday? Tch)- and ensuring that Taiwan continued to sleep safely in their bed. He'd silently checked on Saki and Mindy, as well, pausing only briefly at their doorways before gently picking up Chocomeltje from her pen in the living room with a murmured apology.
Checking with the drones was difficult, but he'd managed to pull from them enough glossed-over information to make a vague picture of what had happened over the past week and a half. Checking in on Japan had confirmed it.
Is de hemel al te blauw, spoedig wordt hij dan weer grauw.
'If the sky is too blue, it will soon be grey again.'
He thinks he should talk to Belgium. To Canada. To Lucas or Margot. But he doesn't do any of these things.
He's at the top of the small mountain- the summit, Makeout Point- with his car parked there. He sits on the hood of it, Chocomeltje nestled in his scarf where it hangs more loosely from his neck. Now and then he'll speak quietly to her, but mostly he sits smoking and staring out at the town below him with a haunted look.]
-and then hadn't said a word about it, quietly checking a calendar- (Missed my own fuckin' birthday? Tch)- and ensuring that Taiwan continued to sleep safely in their bed. He'd silently checked on Saki and Mindy, as well, pausing only briefly at their doorways before gently picking up Chocomeltje from her pen in the living room with a murmured apology.
Checking with the drones was difficult, but he'd managed to pull from them enough glossed-over information to make a vague picture of what had happened over the past week and a half. Checking in on Japan had confirmed it.
Is de hemel al te blauw, spoedig wordt hij dan weer grauw.
'If the sky is too blue, it will soon be grey again.'
He thinks he should talk to Belgium. To Canada. To Lucas or Margot. But he doesn't do any of these things.
He's at the top of the small mountain- the summit, Makeout Point- with his car parked there. He sits on the hood of it, Chocomeltje nestled in his scarf where it hangs more loosely from his neck. Now and then he'll speak quietly to her, but mostly he sits smoking and staring out at the town below him with a haunted look.]