SUE: Overdose (Someone Call A Doctor) [Kodi]
Jun 4, 2014 6:11:25 GMT -5
Post by Gryphon Matsuoka on Jun 4, 2014 6:11:25 GMT -5
Gryphon coughed throatily as he trudged around his room, packing away this and that into boxes, feeling very much sorry for himself. Organization was not, and never had been, one of his strong points, but he was trying, for his own sake, to be some kind of methodical about this. Cameras in one box, more equipment in another, a few boxes for clothing and more things he was struggling to focus on. He stood by one wall and plucked off all the photographs, tossing them on the floor before kneeling by them and looking through them. It wasn't like he would throw any of them away... in that sense, he was pretty sentimental, but he just didn't have the brain capacity right now to actually be thinking about this and doing it. He'd managed to throw socks in the box for photos too many times. He sighed and half-coughed again, eyes watering slightly and head feeling another degree heavier.
He didn't want to leave yet. He wasn't going anywhere far - he was staying in Pilot Ridge, he had an apartment to share with Tak, that was all sorted. And it wasn't like money was an issue, it never was. In a way, that was annoying, but it was useful. He didn't have to stress over the possibility of being kicked out. On top of that, he was sorted at the University with his course, and he had a part-time job. Everything was on track... but he felt like he was five miles behind, and to top it off, he was in this state. How was he supposed to do anything useful when he felt like a pile of boulders and coughed every two minutes?
The winged meta (who had his wings out behind him - he couldn't be bothered to keep them tucked in) wiped the strong tension off of his face when he realized it was there, blinking and closing his eyes. They were so sore, just from the fact he had been using them. Gryph wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and just lie there with his little bird thing - he didn't even need to sleep, just... not do anything. At all. Ugh.
He didn't want to leave yet. He wasn't going anywhere far - he was staying in Pilot Ridge, he had an apartment to share with Tak, that was all sorted. And it wasn't like money was an issue, it never was. In a way, that was annoying, but it was useful. He didn't have to stress over the possibility of being kicked out. On top of that, he was sorted at the University with his course, and he had a part-time job. Everything was on track... but he felt like he was five miles behind, and to top it off, he was in this state. How was he supposed to do anything useful when he felt like a pile of boulders and coughed every two minutes?
The winged meta (who had his wings out behind him - he couldn't be bothered to keep them tucked in) wiped the strong tension off of his face when he realized it was there, blinking and closing his eyes. They were so sore, just from the fact he had been using them. Gryph wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and just lie there with his little bird thing - he didn't even need to sleep, just... not do anything. At all. Ugh.