⋮ ⌗ ┆Daan

don't we all

it's an old tale, pocketcat.

such an interesting critter, i've seen such similar face in awful dreams as of lately

Running a bar during of what potentially could be the last three days of my life is definitely not what I was expecting

as a fake nonchalanter i can sense your fake nonchalantism lion recognizes lion

i miss my wife

O LORD
GIVE
ELISE

O LORD

GIVE

50,000 MACCA

girl you are 18 you still have many disappointments going forward trust me it doesn't get better 🚬🚬

O' LORD

GIVE

A *FUCKING* BREAK

"...It has nothing to do with my eye, that thing was just really well camouflaged."

It wasn't really, but he was not going to admit his lack of sleep and poor eyesight was affecting him. Daan lit up a cigarette.

"Thank you, by the way."

always

"Forgive me for it was not my intention... But having only one eye and being drunk at night in this place sure isn't ~ great ~ to say the least."

... At this point anything is possible.

(💭 and it'd be a marvelous ability if she were to execute it correctly. I'd rather not be in the splash zone though...)

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𝗥𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝗔𝗰𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 || 𝗙𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗛𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿

Somehow night is even worse than day here in Prehevil, great.

Who needs therapy when you got alcohol to be honest

Glad to see you too, Karin.

Daan took his lighter out with no hesitation, getting closer to the woman to light the tobacco as his eye no-so-subtly stared at her.

"The chef's food is indeed...lacking, to say the least."

The proximity between both was suddenly taken away.

"At least better than moldy bread found in barrels..."

He was still trying to avoid direct sight towards her, it being a bit hard due to the vocal confrontation they had started.

"Didn't everyone see it?"

She didn't seem familiar, his expression now intrigued.

"You weren't with the rest of us outside the train when we chatted about it, correct?"

Mediocre at best, the books? They're fine.

...
(💭 If anything she somehow reminds me of myself.... I shouldn't be giving it so much thought.)

He fucked up. Badly.
... He bit down the paper of the tobacco, before lighting it up.

"You look perfect, dear."

He took out his cigarette, offering it to her without words.

"Some of us just don't have the luxury of declining food, that's all."

You think?

His eye went up and down examining her, avoiding her sight as he placed a cigarette in his mouth.

"You're right... Not so picky"

Prehevil seems rather gloomy, but at least some people remain somewhat sane... Couldn't say the same for some of the contestants

Being so picky with the only decent food we have...

Daan stares at her with his only eye, a faint sense of distrust marked on his face as he takes a puff from his cigarette.

"You seem rather nervous..."