Man, his hallucination looked pretty pissed off. Axel wondered vaguely how all this worked as he finally spared a glance over to the shower’s tap so he could turn the damn thing off and stop being pelted by frigid water. Seriously, so not helpful right now. Back on track, did the samurai being pissed off mean he was secretly pissed at himself? Was his subconscious yelling at him for all of his latest fuckups? If that was true, where had it been ten years ago when he decided to up the ante from a simple fugitive to international fugitive? Huh, maybe this was his own personal sign of the apocalypse. Something awful this way comes.
Oh, wait, the hallucination was talking again. What he said made him want to roll his eyes and laugh in his face. So cliche.. Instead, he snorted. “Dude. That is exactly what a hallucination would say.”
He reached out to gently pat the shoulder of said hallucination, if only to prove a point when he obviously wouldn’t be able to touch him because he wasn’t real, but then his hand actually made contact with some fairly admirable biceps covered in armor and he promptly lost whatever train of thought he’d been chugging down.
“Oh.” A few more pats to confirm his suspicions, followed by a curious squeeze. “You’re… real?”
It took a second for Axel to process all this before his hand was shooting back so hard he stumbled into the back wall of his shower because if the arm was real the man must be real and that would mean that the sword is real too. Holy shit.
“What the fuck.” He whined, a nervous, low giggle escaping from deep in his chest as he regarded his not-a-hallucination with wide eyes. “Then why are you here?” He let out a quick barking laugh when a thought occurred to him. “Do you have a question about a fucking computer? Here’s some advice: turn it off then back on again. Then email me or something instead of showing up in my apartment. Who even are you? What are you? Who told you that it was okay to randomly just show up in someone’s apartment and barge in on them in the shower? I was raised in a (totally metaphorical) clan of hyenas and even I know better than that!”
He was babbling and he couldn’t stop. It was kinda instinctual for him. Get cornered by a much larger predator, get nervous, start vocalizing until he was shut up or the predator lost interest. And yet, somehow, in the endless babble of words escaping from his mouth, he still, uh. Somehow didn’t answer the dude’s initial question.
Oops?
Oh, wait, the hallucination was talking again. What he said made him want to roll his eyes and laugh in his face. So cliche.. Instead, he snorted. “Dude. That is exactly what a hallucination would say.”
He reached out to gently pat the shoulder of said hallucination, if only to prove a point when he obviously wouldn’t be able to touch him because he wasn’t real, but then his hand actually made contact with some fairly admirable biceps covered in armor and he promptly lost whatever train of thought he’d been chugging down.
“Oh.” A few more pats to confirm his suspicions, followed by a curious squeeze. “You’re… real?”
It took a second for Axel to process all this before his hand was shooting back so hard he stumbled into the back wall of his shower because if the arm was real the man must be real and that would mean that the sword is real too. Holy shit.
“What the fuck.” He whined, a nervous, low giggle escaping from deep in his chest as he regarded his not-a-hallucination with wide eyes. “Then why are you here?” He let out a quick barking laugh when a thought occurred to him. “Do you have a question about a fucking computer? Here’s some advice: turn it off then back on again. Then email me or something instead of showing up in my apartment. Who even are you? What are you? Who told you that it was okay to randomly just show up in someone’s apartment and barge in on them in the shower? I was raised in a (totally metaphorical) clan of hyenas and even I know better than that!”
He was babbling and he couldn’t stop. It was kinda instinctual for him. Get cornered by a much larger predator, get nervous, start vocalizing until he was shut up or the predator lost interest. And yet, somehow, in the endless babble of words escaping from his mouth, he still, uh. Somehow didn’t answer the dude’s initial question.
Oops?
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