[ He can feel it. On his end, John sits back in his chair and shuts his eyes, feeling the easy and human curve of his spine and simultaneously the hideous melt and warp of a growing tail. ]
I ever tell you the one about Jonah and a big fish?
[ Ha ha. That'd be cheery and nautical. Except that God isn't coming to save him from drowning, and Augustine isn't going to tidily repent. Can't or couldn't; doesn't need to. They looked that head-on and fumbled it about fifty different ways, these past few months, and it's just...
It's exhausting, this thing they've become. It's not like he doesn't know it. ]
Could catch you up on the local drama, [ he says instead, with abrupt weight and certainty. ] I might be cancelled, now. On the network. Pyrrha put a dagger in my gut because a five-year-old thinks I'm a jerk.
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I ever tell you the one about Jonah and a big fish?
[ Ha ha. That'd be cheery and nautical. Except that God isn't coming to save him from drowning, and Augustine isn't going to tidily repent. Can't or couldn't; doesn't need to. They looked that head-on and fumbled it about fifty different ways, these past few months, and it's just...
It's exhausting, this thing they've become. It's not like he doesn't know it. ]
Could catch you up on the local drama, [ he says instead, with abrupt weight and certainty. ] I might be cancelled, now. On the network. Pyrrha put a dagger in my gut because a five-year-old thinks I'm a jerk.