[ Jesse's mouth forms a series of incomprehensible shapes, like he doesn't even know where to begin responding to any of that. He has so many fucking questions. Ohhh, but then it dawns on Jesse. Through all the insane confusion of the last ten minutes - of that rhino— thing out there, of winding up in some bizarre arena, of the fact that he was at home ten minutes ago—
Ohhh, okay. It dawns on Jesse what this guy's problem is. His ratty, stinky ass state explains it all. So does his paranoid ramblings about - what, fucking zombies? "The dead"?
Jesse raises both shaky hands like he's putting a stop to the arguing, everything suddenly very clear to him now. He still wants to puke - god, the smell of this guy. The sight of those shrivelled up ears. He tries, best as he can, to compose himself, heaving a shaky, grounding sigh to centre himself. ]
Okay, okay. I get it. I get what's goin' on here. You're a tweaker. You're just tweakin' out.
[ That makes... so much more sense. Even if it's nasty as fuck. It has to make sense, because nothing else is making any goddamn sense right now. ]
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Ohhh, okay. It dawns on Jesse what this guy's problem is. His ratty, stinky ass state explains it all. So does his paranoid ramblings about - what, fucking zombies? "The dead"?
Jesse raises both shaky hands like he's putting a stop to the arguing, everything suddenly very clear to him now. He still wants to puke - god, the smell of this guy. The sight of those shrivelled up ears. He tries, best as he can, to compose himself, heaving a shaky, grounding sigh to centre himself. ]
Okay, okay. I get it. I get what's goin' on here. You're a tweaker. You're just tweakin' out.
[ That makes... so much more sense. Even if it's nasty as fuck. It has to make sense, because nothing else is making any goddamn sense right now. ]