[he'd been perplexedly resistant to all the little pills they keep trying to give him. they finally made him take something in front of them so that he'd settle down, but it's been an hour alone and no actual down has happened. he's more settled up than anything. there was far too much up already, he's much too big, feels cramped in his own head. all he'd ever wanted was to get smaller, though now he'd even settle for his original size...
whatever that used to be. the point is, he is a snail without a snail shell, but he still has eyes and ears and knows perfectly well when he's being spoken to. he looks up from where he is sitting on his bed, biting absently at his fingernail, and speaks with extraordinarily little surprise:]
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whatever that used to be. the point is, he is a snail without a snail shell, but he still has eyes and ears and knows perfectly well when he's being spoken to. he looks up from where he is sitting on his bed, biting absently at his fingernail, and speaks with extraordinarily little surprise:]
You're late.