[Now, he's doing his best to be defiant and strong, even as the haze of smoke grows stronger about him and Gepard gets more and more tired, realizing a little too late that it was the smoke, he shouldn't have bothered hitting the guy with a bottle, he should've tried to get away and drag the stranger with him. Idiot. Idiot.
Gepard tries to snarl, and it sounds...sleepy, but still with anger, an implicit threat: he will fucking bash in this guy's head, but then a few things happen in order.
The guy says but a guy's gotta eat.
Gepard's eyes widen in horror/surprise/shock/fear/confusion? A confusing cocktail of feelings, and he's ready to express them, but- remember the smoke? Yeah. Gepard opens his mouth and a loud yawn escapes, and he blushes without thinking about it, a flush, because nothing cuts the tension of whatever is about to happen quite like interrupting it with a yawn.
It's just a vulnerable moment, there and gone again. (He will never live this down, even to himself.)]
Eat? [It's a quiet rasp, because it's just so hard to keep his eyes open and he's slumping all the more, and the only thing that's keeping him awake, to some extent, is stubbornness. Gepard walks the path of Preservation not so much because he's a builder, as he is someone who has the instinct to protect and the instinct to stubbornly cling to whatever-it-is until he's forced away from it.
That said.] Eat? [A quiet, more confused, more horrified, more...something repetition, slightly louder.]
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Date: 2024-04-09 02:02 am (UTC)Gepard tries to snarl, and it sounds...sleepy, but still with anger, an implicit threat: he will fucking bash in this guy's head, but then a few things happen in order.
The guy says but a guy's gotta eat.
Gepard's eyes widen in horror/surprise/shock/fear/confusion? A confusing cocktail of feelings, and he's ready to express them, but- remember the smoke? Yeah. Gepard opens his mouth and a loud yawn escapes, and he blushes without thinking about it, a flush, because nothing cuts the tension of whatever is about to happen quite like interrupting it with a yawn.
It's just a vulnerable moment, there and gone again. (He will never live this down, even to himself.)]
Eat? [It's a quiet rasp, because it's just so hard to keep his eyes open and he's slumping all the more, and the only thing that's keeping him awake, to some extent, is stubbornness. Gepard walks the path of Preservation not so much because he's a builder, as he is someone who has the instinct to protect and the instinct to stubbornly cling to whatever-it-is until he's forced away from it.
That said.] Eat? [A quiet, more confused, more horrified, more...something repetition, slightly louder.]