HuntedFox
*Knocking on Disaster's door*
James Sanderson
James wasn't going to stay.
He had just decided to run away and escape the freezer once he began to gain movement in his legs, but Isroh's episode seemed to cover him in invisible glue. He couldn't find it in himself to leave the Wendigo. Quite bitterly, he realized that he felt as if he owed the man. Isroh had... calmed him down. Isroh must've been nice for this exact reason... so that James would feel indebted. It worked, but James stayed quite hesitantly.
A breath caught in his throat as Isroh talked about his death. It was something that he didn't want to picture, yes... but what got him was the mention of 'hell'. What did the Wendigo do to go to hell...? James glanced at the man before quickly averting his eyes to the ground. Isroh ate someone. He couldn't keep being so surprised. It was evident enough... Isroh wasn't-... he wasn't a good person.
The young man but his lip, unsure of what to say, or how to attempt to comfort the other man. "Do you-, do you remember when you uhm-, when you, died...?" The question didn't taste right in his mouth, and he nearly stopped when he was halfway through asking it. In an effort to calm the nerves that came from talking to a terrified dead man, he tried focusing on the hum of the freezer, and how the misty air felt as he breathed it in.
"Never- Nevermind, I'm sorry."
- Cafeteria Freezer
- Nervous || Hot to Touch
- Demonhunter
James wasn't going to stay.
He had just decided to run away and escape the freezer once he began to gain movement in his legs, but Isroh's episode seemed to cover him in invisible glue. He couldn't find it in himself to leave the Wendigo. Quite bitterly, he realized that he felt as if he owed the man. Isroh had... calmed him down. Isroh must've been nice for this exact reason... so that James would feel indebted. It worked, but James stayed quite hesitantly.
A breath caught in his throat as Isroh talked about his death. It was something that he didn't want to picture, yes... but what got him was the mention of 'hell'. What did the Wendigo do to go to hell...? James glanced at the man before quickly averting his eyes to the ground. Isroh ate someone. He couldn't keep being so surprised. It was evident enough... Isroh wasn't-... he wasn't a good person.
The young man but his lip, unsure of what to say, or how to attempt to comfort the other man. "Do you-, do you remember when you uhm-, when you, died...?" The question didn't taste right in his mouth, and he nearly stopped when he was halfway through asking it. In an effort to calm the nerves that came from talking to a terrified dead man, he tried focusing on the hum of the freezer, and how the misty air felt as he breathed it in.
"Never- Nevermind, I'm sorry."