He's a very tall man and somewhat overeager at the moment. Sorry, Styx, there might be some momentary lifting off the ground there.
At the very least, the moment he's asked to, he drops the guy. He hovers, realizing he may have been a little fast.
"You- you don't?" But he doesn't look... He shakes his head. "That's okay! I want--" He looks confused then. "I want..." He wants to go home, to see his girl. He wants people to look at him, to hear him play, to care about him, please, just a little. Both wants are so powerful they strike to the core, fill him with a fever, but they're different kinds both of them. One of those he woke with, has woken with for the past few months before he was here. The other... the other had been a fantasy, one that had come to taste like ash until... until a few hours ago.
He groans and rubs at his eyes with his hand. "Ugh. Maybe I have been drugged, like you said. But why would anyone do that? I don't remember having anything." He wasn't a drugs guy, more a drinks guy. And not even that much. He liked the stuff but he was more than capable of putting down a bottle. He babbles again, "It just isn't fair. Why am I here? I wasn't that bad, there were way worse guys out there. There were worse people. They aren't here. Everyone loved them. Everyone loved all these horrible people but not me, I don't understand, how many songs do I have to play-- AH! IT'S THIS PLACE! IT'S GETTING IN MY HEAD!"
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At the very least, the moment he's asked to, he drops the guy. He hovers, realizing he may have been a little fast.
"You- you don't?" But he doesn't look... He shakes his head. "That's okay! I want--" He looks confused then. "I want..." He wants to go home, to see his girl. He wants people to look at him, to hear him play, to care about him, please, just a little. Both wants are so powerful they strike to the core, fill him with a fever, but they're different kinds both of them. One of those he woke with, has woken with for the past few months before he was here. The other... the other had been a fantasy, one that had come to taste like ash until... until a few hours ago.
He groans and rubs at his eyes with his hand. "Ugh. Maybe I have been drugged, like you said. But why would anyone do that? I don't remember having anything." He wasn't a drugs guy, more a drinks guy. And not even that much. He liked the stuff but he was more than capable of putting down a bottle. He babbles again, "It just isn't fair. Why am I here? I wasn't that bad, there were way worse guys out there. There were worse people. They aren't here. Everyone loved them. Everyone loved all these horrible people but not me, I don't understand, how many songs do I have to play-- AH! IT'S THIS PLACE! IT'S GETTING IN MY HEAD!"