[Buildings mean people, usually -- not always, and he was usually grateful for that fact because it meant somewhere he could be alone -- but as he starts heading towards it and it stops being there, he has to wonder whether this means he's somehow managed to lose too much blood already and it's time to lay down and die. Fuck that, though, and he grits his teeth in a grimace and marches on...to be rewarded with a familiar face! Not the best circumstances, but Rover did have one of the better faces, in his professional opinion. Oh boy, he really needs to get this stupid bleeding arm taken care of. His thought process is even dumber than fucking usual.
The floaty feeling is luckily numbed pretty quickly, when Rover speaks. Or when...what he thought was Rover speaks, because that ain't the them that he's used to. It shouldn't be a shock, after his own mirror interaction, and maybe he can blame it on the injury and worn off adrenaline that he dumbly goes,]
the Templar one
The floaty feeling is luckily numbed pretty quickly, when Rover speaks. Or when...what he thought was Rover speaks, because that ain't the them that he's used to. It shouldn't be a shock, after his own mirror interaction, and maybe he can blame it on the injury and worn off adrenaline that he dumbly goes,]
Uhh... To come say hi?
[that wasn't even accurate, what]