we'll ride the coattails to the finish line

Reek · (This post was last modified: December 18, 2015, 10:47 PM by Reek.)

Ears splayed down parallel with his skull in and disappointment and he hung his head low upon finding out there was no food left. He would need to find other ways to cope with his most recent batch of issues. Most of all, he wanted to be numb. Normally, Reek used humor to dull the harshness of reality, but nowadays he felt as if he had no jokes left in him. His only coping mechanism was dashed away to the wayside— but, maybe there was another way to deal.

A nagging thought tugged at the back of Reek's mind: Poppy. Just a bit... only enough to take the edge off, that's all. Arion's dance and downward spiral with narcotics played in his memory, but he wouldn't end up like Arion, he told himself. Perhaps later... and of course, it was only a thought.

"She'th rough," he replied, unable to hide his grim outlook regarding Scarlett. All that was left was the waiting game; he had done what he could, now her fate rested in chance and her own will to live.