[a flat expression is returned, lips pressing into a thin line, eyes saying more than his mouth ever will. whoever this stranger is, he's the first adult travis has seen in months. he stopped counting coach as someone he could rely on a long time ago. maybe that shows in how he tries to straighten himself up and square his shoulders. act like he knows what he's doing, where he is. his instincts are telling him that there's more danger now than when he was alone.
that's the game though, right?]
Great.
[leaving him with more questions than giving him real answers, travis is feeling more defiant (frustrated) as the seconds tick by. being half naked isn't helping.]
Was there something in the food? Is that why people are acting like this?
no subject
that's the game though, right?]
Great.
[leaving him with more questions than giving him real answers, travis is feeling more defiant (frustrated) as the seconds tick by. being half naked isn't helping.]
Was there something in the food? Is that why people are acting like this?