[ Tim is a fucking mess. His shitty hobo facial fuzz has gone straight past the "unkempt" stage and has evolved into the full-on Grief Beard™, the dark circles under his eyes look kind of like horribly smudged guyliner, and he looks even more haunted and unhealthy than usual.
So, like. Standard snowhell fare.
There's no bullshit ooh why is the-artist-formerly-known-as-Brian talking confusion for Tim when he hears the voice. That's Brian. No doubt. The tone of voice, the way he's carrying himself - both of those register before the lack of a mask does, weirdly enough. Brian.
Of course, it's probably a hallucination. This is Norfinbury. The anomalies might just be getting better at mimicking people. Tim should really be backing up, just in case.
He doesn't, though. He just kind of. Stands and gawks like a fucking idiot while trying not to cry or pass out or both. Silently. A++. ]
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So, like. Standard snowhell fare.
There's no bullshit ooh why is the-artist-formerly-known-as-Brian talking confusion for Tim when he hears the voice. That's Brian. No doubt. The tone of voice, the way he's carrying himself - both of those register before the lack of a mask does, weirdly enough. Brian.
Of course, it's probably a hallucination. This is Norfinbury. The anomalies might just be getting better at mimicking people. Tim should really be backing up, just in case.
He doesn't, though. He just kind of. Stands and gawks like a fucking idiot while trying not to cry or pass out or both. Silently. A++. ]