[ Let go of, Sasara lands on his ass and stays there, frankly. This is tiring now and he as much wants to just lay there. Instead he sits forward, head falling into his hands. What he says sounds absurd, right? Like he's telling Samatoki he pissed himself. ]
I'm... [ He's got to wipe his eyes. (Can't even hear myself think...) Crying doesn't make sense, either, but it keeps him here. His head feels funny... not in the usual way. Hazy, like the look he's given. ]
My head's not on right. It's feeling like that– Ggh... that time!
[ That time two years ago. Saying and thinking it rips through Sasara's skull like a lightning bolt and he curls up. Flashes of his scathing rap and leaving Samatoki in the dust with it come up as memories and not just something he 'watched' distantly, and makes him realize something. ] Hh...?! I'm not being myself!
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I'm... [ He's got to wipe his eyes. (Can't even hear myself think...) Crying doesn't make sense, either, but it keeps him here. His head feels funny... not in the usual way. Hazy, like the look he's given. ]
My head's not on right. It's feeling like that– Ggh... that time!
[ That time two years ago. Saying and thinking it rips through Sasara's skull like a lightning bolt and he curls up. Flashes of his scathing rap and leaving Samatoki in the dust with it come up as memories and not just something he 'watched' distantly, and makes him realize something. ] Hh...?! I'm not being myself!