[ first of all: rude. Booker totally deserves to wake up, too. way to forget the human gerbil. :( :( :(
anyway.
he is happy to avoid any unnecessary tears right now. he's just broken several limbs and left wounds on people that would take weeks, if not months, to fully heal. Bigby doesn't believe he is in a position to be supportive on an emotional level on a good day, let alone one where his clothes are tattered and he's still trying to remain calm. let's not linger on the fact that the moon is still a pain in his ass for completely different reasons. to say he needs a cigarette or five is an understatement. ]
Yeah. You don't remind me of someone that learns to let go of grudges very easily.
[ Bigby lets out a groan of defeat as he leans back, tilting his head onto the back of the couch to look up at the ceiling before closing his eyes. it'd be easy to fall asleep here if it wasn't for the scent of uneasiness coming from Rosalind. his nose scrunches up as he tries to ignore it to the best of his ability, but there's one more groan for the road when he resides himself to accepting something: he likes Rosalind, and it's no longer easy to ignore when she appears to grow upset. ]
I'm worried that you have some bottled up feelings you need to get out there and you're about to use me as your emotional punching bag. You haven't forgotten I can smell much more than just normal scents, right.
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anyway.
he is happy to avoid any unnecessary tears right now. he's just broken several limbs and left wounds on people that would take weeks, if not months, to fully heal. Bigby doesn't believe he is in a position to be supportive on an emotional level on a good day, let alone one where his clothes are tattered and he's still trying to remain calm. let's not linger on the fact that the moon is still a pain in his ass for completely different reasons. to say he needs a cigarette or five is an understatement. ]
Yeah. You don't remind me of someone that learns to let go of grudges very easily.
[ Bigby lets out a groan of defeat as he leans back, tilting his head onto the back of the couch to look up at the ceiling before closing his eyes. it'd be easy to fall asleep here if it wasn't for the scent of uneasiness coming from Rosalind. his nose scrunches up as he tries to ignore it to the best of his ability, but there's one more groan for the road when he resides himself to accepting something: he likes Rosalind, and it's no longer easy to ignore when she appears to grow upset. ]
I'm worried that you have some bottled up feelings you need to get out there and you're about to use me as your emotional punching bag. You haven't forgotten I can smell much more than just normal scents, right.