( The floor feels so nice and cool with his cheek pressed to it, strands of gray-white having fallen in front of his face. He can't remember the last time something got him so bad like this... has it really been that long? How'd he get over it the last time? Hell if he remembers. He wishes he did.
Eyes squeezing shut to try and combat the spinning of his head, he doesn't bother to move. Just lays there on the floor. The nice cool and not moving floor. )
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Eyes squeezing shut to try and combat the spinning of his head, he doesn't bother to move. Just lays there on the floor. The nice cool and not moving floor. )
Nope. Just gonna stay here if that's ok with you.