If the clown gets me, I'm gonna make sure I'm not waking up again this time. [The door opens, and he goes out, but strangely enough, it slams shut behind him before he can think to let it swing closed.
He pauses, a tad startled--then tries the knob. It's locked, and he isn't sure whether to be hella glad or insulted.] I fucking hate clowns. [They're creepy, they're unpredictable, their assholes; he hates them.
The snow isn't as much of a relief as he would have liked, and though he enjoys the chill that cools his overly hot nerves from the clown house, he doesn't enjoy the fact he could go hypothermic from having sweated and is now in subzero temperatures for longer than five minutes.
The tablet gets put inside his zipped jacket, and even if Royce can't see shit but darkness on the screen, he'll be able to hear Jason exhaling as he pushes along. It's rough, like a work-out. Average people might not last long. You gotta lift your legs high to get through, over and over. You gotta stay warm. You've gotta know your orientation.]
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He pauses, a tad startled--then tries the knob. It's locked, and he isn't sure whether to be hella glad or insulted.] I fucking hate clowns. [They're creepy, they're unpredictable, their assholes; he hates them.
The snow isn't as much of a relief as he would have liked, and though he enjoys the chill that cools his overly hot nerves from the clown house, he doesn't enjoy the fact he could go hypothermic from having sweated and is now in subzero temperatures for longer than five minutes.
The tablet gets put inside his zipped jacket, and even if Royce can't see shit but darkness on the screen, he'll be able to hear Jason exhaling as he pushes along. It's rough, like a work-out. Average people might not last long. You gotta lift your legs high to get through, over and over. You gotta stay warm. You've gotta know your orientation.]