[ Now that they're appropriately kitted out for the weather, Riz doesn't feel the need to go sprinting off anymore -- which is good, because he hates it, and he's feeling an odd hollowness to his bones, a tiredness that goes beyond skin deep. He's good at ignoring that sort of thing, though. They fall into a steady rhythm together, the only sounds accompanying them being the pounding of rain against ground, their own footsteps against the pavement, the quiet, shallow sound of their own breathing. In a forest, this would be normal. But here in this mockery of an urban space, it feels all wrong. A place as built-up like this should be buzzing with life, and even without other people outdoors, they'd normally hear the quiet buzz of life, lights on in every window, a snatch of conversation from a couple of exuberant friends, the putter of a vehicle coming around the corner. Instead, it's just... nothing.
He hates it, he decides. He really, really does. ]
It was the same thing back at the hospital. They seemed super focused on, like, making sure we felt welcome, or trying to give us whatever it is they thought we wanted? Like that's how they learned that hospitals should work, with -- welcome parties and stuff? [ He wrinkles his nose. ] Any normal hospital would just slap you with the bill.
[ But, like the clothing store, it seems that they're just expected to take things. ]
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[ Now that they're appropriately kitted out for the weather, Riz doesn't feel the need to go sprinting off anymore -- which is good, because he hates it, and he's feeling an odd hollowness to his bones, a tiredness that goes beyond skin deep. He's good at ignoring that sort of thing, though. They fall into a steady rhythm together, the only sounds accompanying them being the pounding of rain against ground, their own footsteps against the pavement, the quiet, shallow sound of their own breathing. In a forest, this would be normal. But here in this mockery of an urban space, it feels all wrong. A place as built-up like this should be buzzing with life, and even without other people outdoors, they'd normally hear the quiet buzz of life, lights on in every window, a snatch of conversation from a couple of exuberant friends, the putter of a vehicle coming around the corner. Instead, it's just... nothing.
He hates it, he decides. He really, really does. ]
It was the same thing back at the hospital. They seemed super focused on, like, making sure we felt welcome, or trying to give us whatever it is they thought we wanted? Like that's how they learned that hospitals should work, with -- welcome parties and stuff? [ He wrinkles his nose. ] Any normal hospital would just slap you with the bill.
[ But, like the clothing store, it seems that they're just expected to take things. ]