[after a minute or two of easy, relaxing silence, Tonic finishes off his drink.
he takes stock, as is his tendency. his joints feel better, his leg doesn't hurt so much. the things he'd been weighing against each other seem lighter all around. his vision seems good, mostly. feeling in his right hand is fine. feeling in his left hand is shitty, but it's been shitty for a few years now, so that's nothing new.
the silence is finally broken by his own stifled laugh--as Tek can watch him reach behind himself and fish blindly around for something.]
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he takes stock, as is his tendency. his joints feel better, his leg doesn't hurt so much. the things he'd been weighing against each other seem lighter all around. his vision seems good, mostly. feeling in his right hand is fine. feeling in his left hand is shitty, but it's been shitty for a few years now, so that's nothing new.
the silence is finally broken by his own stifled laugh--as Tek can watch him reach behind himself and fish blindly around for something.]
There's still a bead in my corset...