[So have you ever thought that you were completely over something, only then something happens and suddenly you're the least okay you've been in a while and you need to remove yourself from the situation? Because as it turns out, he was not at all equipped to handle seeing a bunch of people being shoved somewhere to wait for fiery explosive death to come at them from on high while no one could do a damn thing to stop it.
Funny how that shit works.
Is he angry with himself for leaving? Yes, of course. Is he expecting a knock at the door? Not...really, but he honestly figures it's probably Bucky or Asgore or god forbid the robot he's talked to a few times, trying to figure out why the hell he ditched. Whomever it is, Garista isn't having it; though he isn't screaming yet, he's just coiled around himself on one of the chairs, watching the door with his ears pricked up like he's just waiting for someone to give him a reason.
It'll take him a moment to get the door, and honestly he only really does so because he doesn't want the damn snake to work itself up and start yelling anyway; just...let him compose himself for a second.
...He isn't expecting Yeager.]
What do you want.
[It's a flat question but it's highly agitated, in a way that he usually isn't; just...give him a moment. Breathe. It's fine.
Let's try that again.]
I suppose it's good to see that you're still in one piece after all that.
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Funny how that shit works.
Is he angry with himself for leaving? Yes, of course. Is he expecting a knock at the door? Not...really, but he honestly figures it's probably Bucky or Asgore or god forbid the robot he's talked to a few times, trying to figure out why the hell he ditched. Whomever it is, Garista isn't having it; though he isn't screaming yet, he's just coiled around himself on one of the chairs, watching the door with his ears pricked up like he's just waiting for someone to give him a reason.
It'll take him a moment to get the door, and honestly he only really does so because he doesn't want the damn snake to work itself up and start yelling anyway; just...let him compose himself for a second.
...He isn't expecting Yeager.]
What do you want.
[It's a flat question but it's highly agitated, in a way that he usually isn't; just...give him a moment. Breathe. It's fine.
Let's try that again.]
I suppose it's good to see that you're still in one piece after all that.