Allelujah had spent the evening asleep after he'd left Badou in the showers. He didn't feel much like thinking after that. He felt... tired. That was it, he felt tired. He slept through dinner, not even waking when Fai entered (and presumably left) the room. He stirred later, opening his eyes to almost total darkness. He groaned softly, cursing himself under his breath and banging his head against the pillow a few times. Damn it all. He was supposed to do things tonight.
He pushed himself to his feet, going about the business of arming himself. He half wanted to go back to sleep and wake up somewhere better, but he knew it didn't work that way. And beneath that was the niggling feeling that he should be feeling more. He should be screaming and raging and demanding that they return his lost comrades but... but he just felt empty, bland. As he always had. It wasn't that he was particularly good at hiding his emotions, he just tended not to feel very much particularly keenly.
Let me feel for you."Mmm, yes," he agreed lightly. "We'll
( ... )
It was time for a proper Dig. No doubt about it. For the last couple days, Teisel had started to get the uncomfortable feeling that he wasn't...trying as hard as he should be. He'd never get out of here if he let himself get complacent.
He felt only a brief twinge of something approaching guilt at the thought of ditching Zex for what had to be the third or fourth night in a row, but quickly brushed it off. As much as he needed at least one ally, the stooge act got tiring. Besides, it wasn't like the guy had a hard time finding folks to travel with. In fact, he'd probably found a replacement bodyguard by now (and best of luck to whoever it was). Later, Teisel would probably be incredibly depressed by the thought, but for now he was in high spirits. A pirate is free, after all, and Teisel was going to make the most of that freedom before morning.
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He pushed himself to his feet, going about the business of arming himself. He half wanted to go back to sleep and wake up somewhere better, but he knew it didn't work that way. And beneath that was the niggling feeling that he should be feeling more. He should be screaming and raging and demanding that they return his lost comrades but... but he just felt empty, bland. As he always had. It wasn't that he was particularly good at hiding his emotions, he just tended not to feel very much particularly keenly.
Let me feel for you."Mmm, yes," he agreed lightly. "We'll ( ... )
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He felt only a brief twinge of something approaching guilt at the thought of ditching Zex for what had to be the third or fourth night in a row, but quickly brushed it off. As much as he needed at least one ally, the stooge act got tiring. Besides, it wasn't like the guy had a hard time finding folks to travel with. In fact, he'd probably found a replacement bodyguard by now (and best of luck to whoever it was). Later, Teisel would probably be incredibly depressed by the thought, but for now he was in high spirits. A pirate is free, after all, and Teisel was going to make the most of that freedom before morning.
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