[it doesn't come. he just stares at him, looking no more impressed than before. which was already in the sketchy territory of not very.]
Pretty sure I can do whatever the hell I want.
[same as always, same as ever.
and he still refuses to shed any further light on the situation, to offer any helpful context or do anything helpful at all. because he's tired too. exhausted even. he just wants to duck back into bed and shut the world out for awhile. maybe cuddle his dumb dragon. instead, he has to deal with a bitchy pharaoh and his bitchier demands.]
no subject
Pretty sure I can do whatever the hell I want.
[same as always, same as ever.
and he still refuses to shed any further light on the situation, to offer any helpful context or do anything helpful at all. because he's tired too. exhausted even. he just wants to duck back into bed and shut the world out for awhile. maybe cuddle his dumb dragon. instead, he has to deal with a bitchy pharaoh and his bitchier demands.]
Sit back down. It's faster if I do it anyway.