[There's a rough edge to his tone, a little distant than the rest of what he's said. Cold and sharp, like a blade of ice.
He wonders who Daisy is, but he also doesn't care to ask. Not now, maybe later. Especially when Blue asks that next bit, and Guzma's left wondering the same. He's just a dumb spoiled kid, who clearly has an attitude problem almost as bad as Guzma's. Self-esteem issues too. Like Guzma. Longing turned to hatred for a friend who has seemingly abandoned him... like... Guzma...
There's a spike of aggitation, hot and white through the line, but it's gone just as quickly. Smoldering to something more weak and muted. Something worn down.]
I dunno, kid. Maybe I feel like I get ya. Maybe I thought you'd get me.
[There's a spark of regret as the words go through, and something akin to embarrassment.]
no subject
[There's a rough edge to his tone, a little distant than the rest of what he's said. Cold and sharp, like a blade of ice.
He wonders who Daisy is, but he also doesn't care to ask. Not now, maybe later. Especially when Blue asks that next bit, and Guzma's left wondering the same. He's just a dumb spoiled kid, who clearly has an attitude problem almost as bad as Guzma's. Self-esteem issues too. Like Guzma. Longing turned to hatred for a friend who has seemingly abandoned him... like... Guzma...
There's a spike of aggitation, hot and white through the line, but it's gone just as quickly. Smoldering to something more weak and muted. Something worn down.]
I dunno, kid. Maybe I feel like I get ya. Maybe I thought you'd get me.
[There's a spark of regret as the words go through, and something akin to embarrassment.]
Fuck it, forget it.