[In or out. Well, that actually made him feel a bit better. But not much.]
Done with me. [It's not a question. He echoed the words like he needed to try them out like maybe they wouldn't be quite so bad if he tried saying them. No such luck. Still, he was trying very, very hard to shrug off the feeling that he was a hapless fly who had found himself stuck in a spider web. He hated that feeling. In fact, he hated the feeling so much that he would just refuse to acknowledge it.
The cigarette being held in his direction interrupted his train of thought. After a moment of consideration, he took it.]
no subject
Done with me. [It's not a question. He echoed the words like he needed to try them out like maybe they wouldn't be quite so bad if he tried saying them. No such luck. Still, he was trying very, very hard to shrug off the feeling that he was a hapless fly who had found himself stuck in a spider web. He hated that feeling. In fact, he hated the feeling so much that he would just refuse to acknowledge it.
The cigarette being held in his direction interrupted his train of thought. After a moment of consideration, he took it.]
What does it do? Like the mushrooms?