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Room 324, Saturday Early Evening
Warren had just about had enough of... everything. After heading Karla off at the Causeway, after getting his bearings and picking himself off the ground and trudging back to his room, he'd done more... well, more moping with the rabbit. It wasn't until a few hours wore on that he reached for his phone, thinking maybe he'd call someone, or check to see if maybe there was new news about... anything at all, that he realized that there was a message waiting for him.
Not five minutes later, Warren's wings were pressed up solidly against either wall, his chest was heaving, and he was staring blankly at the remains of his phone, punctured clear through by his claws, and sitting splintered on the floor.
It wasn't like there was anybody left who was going to call him, after all.
Warren was done, damn it. He was just... fucking done with it.
[Open with some slight SP heads-up, since I'm still animating and running largely on energy drinks.]
Not five minutes later, Warren's wings were pressed up solidly against either wall, his chest was heaving, and he was staring blankly at the remains of his phone, punctured clear through by his claws, and sitting splintered on the floor.
It wasn't like there was anybody left who was going to call him, after all.
Warren was done, damn it. He was just... fucking done with it.
[Open with some slight SP heads-up, since I'm still animating and running largely on energy drinks.]