A tickle in his sinuses cuts him off, and he sneezes hard, the suddenness of it then triggering a coughing spell. He covers his mouth with his sleeve.
(Why is he wearing this shirt? Plaid was never his thing. Or maybe it is.)
"Goddammit," he wheezes, his head throbbing. "Ugh, gonna need more of that green stuff."
It's not exactly clear who's talking now. He's not even sure who's talking now, and that's a little disconcerting, as flashes of a life he's never seen before infiltrate his muddled mind.
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A tickle in his sinuses cuts him off, and he sneezes hard, the suddenness of it then triggering a coughing spell. He covers his mouth with his sleeve.
(Why is he wearing this shirt? Plaid was never his thing. Or maybe it is.)
"Goddammit," he wheezes, his head throbbing. "Ugh, gonna need more of that green stuff."
It's not exactly clear who's talking now. He's not even sure who's talking now, and that's a little disconcerting, as flashes of a life he's never seen before infiltrate his muddled mind.