Ouroboros Spine [m] why do we dream when our thoughts mean nothing?

his jaw splits into a yawn. normally, he would dismiss her kindness as a bunch of bologna, but the girl seems so genuine — so level-headed and sincere in a way he'd never truly seen before. oh, trust me, i've got plans to get moving once my head stops hurting, he sneers. i hate sitting around all day. at least there's a lot to look at around here.
like her.
born here, huh? shikoba and inutsuk; he thought he'd heard at least one of those names before. just never left, eh? i wish i could say the same. i've been wandering since i was born. sometimes by choice, sometimes not. he pauses to bite at the inside of his cheek. but if anyone asks, i tell 'em i'm from the redhawk caldera.