writebro's sleep gathers, and so my watch begins
good stuff btw, the reeda snippet was kino
screenie of the duoprompts for those who didnt seem em last thread
>In years past, the idea of meeting a woman by myself, in public, would send me into pasta-filled hysterics.
>And yet, as I wait in the little cafe we chose for our reunion, I can't help but find myself looking forward to it.
>No alarms in my head.
>Just anticipation, and a different kind of nervousness.
>Nervousness, not over the fact that she's a girl, a really beautiful one at that, but rather just because she's a person in general.
>I wasn't much of a people person before.
>I think I'm something closer to a ghost now.
>Edgy introspection, I know, but it's the truth.
>I've managed some pretty gross records for the amount of days I don't leave my apartment anymore.
>Didn't end up doing college or service.
>Disability from the leg keeps me covered.
>Dad thinks I'm a disgrace for "mooching" off of it, but I don't really care anymore.
>I get to do what I always wanted to do.
>Stay inside. Browse. Let the world slip by without me, while I'm safe in my comfortzone.
>But I don't feel safe. And I don't feel comfortable anymore.
>Fang's last gift to me sees to that.
>The bullet wound didn't heal right; turns out, living in a Saurian-predominant city like Volcaldera leaves you with a rather distinct disadvantage as a human. The local doctors often aren't studied on human biology. They assume our systems are as hardy as theirs. They're wrong.
>There's a fist sized cluster of misshapen, scarred-up muscle and sinew in my left leg now.
>I get to look like some faggot out of the early 1900s and walk with a cane.
>Wish the cringe of a guy my age having to lean on a cane in public was the worst part about it though.
>It fucking aches.
>All the time.
>The pain's a gnawing constant. Simmering low sometimes. Flaring up sharp every-so-often.
>Just like it is right now.
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