Harry awakes the way he normally does. Untangling himself from the depths of his scaly bullshit sleep-mind with a grunt. Sweating profusely. He’s sweating so much these days. He didn’t think it was possible to sweat this much. In the dim light he briefly considers shutting his eyes again, despite the clamminess of sheets sticking to his skin. It feels easier than heaving his aching body up out of its current position.
Also, sleeping on a bed that isn’t trashed to hell? It’s nice.
(INLAND EMPIRE: The lights of Voyager Road are still burnt into the back of your eyelids. There’s no point in going back to sleep. VIDEO RENTAL. You can see it now. Flickering in the rain.)
(VOLITION: It’s time to get up anyway. On your feet. It’s a new day.)
He squints at the clock. 7:30. How does his body know that?
After getting dressed and everything, he’s still not entirely sure he’s awake as he shambles out into the living room. He announces his presence with a half asleep grunt that was meant to be a ‘good morning’, with his face contorted into…some sort of expression. Not The Expression. Just remarkably stiff. Comically stiff.
(HALF LIGHT: Oh god. You can’t move your face! How are you going to talk? How are you going to eat? You’re going to die!)
(LOGIC: Your jaw locked up. Just take it slow.)
(PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT: No time for slow. The lieutenant CANNOT learn your weakness. This is very uncool.)
(ENCYCLOPEDIA: Did you know that Post Polio Syndrome usually manifests 30-40 years after the initial infection? Symptoms may include muscle atrophy, a number of throat and breathing complications and general fatigue.)
He turns away from Kim’s direction, almost demurely, and stretches his jaw open in one terrible motion. The resulting cracking noise startles a nearby cat.
[Sorry.]
The cat just continues to look mildly offended. The cats don’t speak much. For the moment he’s satisfied that they are actual cats and not small businessmen in disguise trying to infiltrate the home of their elderly host. The thought of small capitalists taking advantage of the kindness of an old woman’s heart makes him bristle.
[Do not mistake my leniency for clemency, felines. I am watchful.]
(RHETORIC: …that sounds right. Yeah.)
He points to his eyes and then at the cat. When he's satisfied that the message has been received he then turns his attention back to Kim, and tries this whole ‘good morning’ thing all over again.
“Good morning.”
(DRAMA: Excellent work! You even enunciated and everything.)
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Also, sleeping on a bed that isn’t trashed to hell? It’s nice.
(INLAND EMPIRE: The lights of Voyager Road are still burnt into the back of your eyelids. There’s no point in going back to sleep. VIDEO RENTAL. You can see it now. Flickering in the rain.)
(VOLITION: It’s time to get up anyway. On your feet. It’s a new day.)
He squints at the clock. 7:30. How does his body know that?
After getting dressed and everything, he’s still not entirely sure he’s awake as he shambles out into the living room. He announces his presence with a half asleep grunt that was meant to be a ‘good morning’, with his face contorted into…some sort of expression. Not The Expression. Just remarkably stiff. Comically stiff.
(HALF LIGHT: Oh god. You can’t move your face! How are you going to talk? How are you going to eat? You’re going to die!)
(LOGIC: Your jaw locked up. Just take it slow.)
(PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT: No time for slow. The lieutenant CANNOT learn your weakness. This is very uncool.)
(ENCYCLOPEDIA: Did you know that Post Polio Syndrome usually manifests 30-40 years after the initial infection? Symptoms may include muscle atrophy, a number of throat and breathing complications and general fatigue.)
He turns away from Kim’s direction, almost demurely, and stretches his jaw open in one terrible motion. The resulting cracking noise startles a nearby cat.
[Sorry.]
The cat just continues to look mildly offended. The cats don’t speak much. For the moment he’s satisfied that they are actual cats and not small businessmen in disguise trying to infiltrate the home of their elderly host. The thought of small capitalists taking advantage of the kindness of an old woman’s heart makes him bristle.
[Do not mistake my leniency for clemency, felines. I am watchful.]
(RHETORIC: …that sounds right. Yeah.)
He points to his eyes and then at the cat. When he's satisfied that the message has been received he then turns his attention back to Kim, and tries this whole ‘good morning’ thing all over again.
“Good morning.”
(DRAMA: Excellent work! You even enunciated and everything.)