[travis is dead asleep when lottie moseys to the shower, perhaps his unconscious recognizes the warmth of the bed, however musty, to be enjoyed. when he does eventually wake it's with a start, jolting upright in the unfamiliar setting. he curls his fists around the sheets as he looks around, quickened breathing is slowed with deeper breaths.
he's in some kind of shocked stupor when lottie emerges from the bathroom, head turning when he sees her shape in his peripheral. are you real? truthfully he doesn't know if this is real. it doesn't seem possible, to be sleeping in a hammock and then suddenly be - wherever this is. everything feels real enough; nothing like the hallucinations brought on by the mushrooms lottie used to give him.
he swallows thickly, glances down to the cocaine in the little baggies beside the bed. no, definitely not.]
I'm pretty sure this is real. [asking what they're doing here doesn't make sense. she wouldn't know. he pinches himself, like that'll help.] Do you also have a really bad headache?
welcome | cw minor drug use mention
he's in some kind of shocked stupor when lottie emerges from the bathroom, head turning when he sees her shape in his peripheral. are you real? truthfully he doesn't know if this is real. it doesn't seem possible, to be sleeping in a hammock and then suddenly be - wherever this is. everything feels real enough; nothing like the hallucinations brought on by the mushrooms lottie used to give him.
he swallows thickly, glances down to the cocaine in the little baggies beside the bed. no, definitely not.]
I'm pretty sure this is real. [asking what they're doing here doesn't make sense. she wouldn't know. he pinches himself, like that'll help.] Do you also have a really bad headache?