Were I any more comfortable, Rems, I would resemble your orange pet.
[She manages a wry chuff of a laugh, nudging Oliver with a foot. The orange tribble made a low noise and twitched a bit. Otherwise? nothing. It's easier to focus on the surreal nature of that bit of madness than it was the odd flickers in her own mind.
Of course that's when there was another odd flicker. She goes still. Locks up and glares a hole into the far wall. Not now. She's exhausted, Rems is tired, not now.]
August 19th, early evening
[She manages a wry chuff of a laugh, nudging Oliver with a foot. The orange tribble made a low noise and twitched a bit. Otherwise? nothing. It's easier to focus on the surreal nature of that bit of madness than it was the odd flickers in her own mind.
Of course that's when there was another odd flicker. She goes still. Locks up and glares a hole into the far wall. Not now. She's exhausted, Rems is tired, not now.]