[ he ain't peachy, tetora can see clearly, but he takes it.
sick as hotdog - frank, his name is frank - is, tetora still finds himself slumping next to him on the cot for a short moment, catching his breath. there's something about telepathic mindlinks that are exhausting beyond the sort of tiredness that the body experiences - it's an exhaustion that sits against the bones, soaking all the way to the marrow like a disease.
it was worth it, though. this experience had been several shades of fucked up shit that tetora wouldn't wish on anyone no matter how much he's come to hate them, but it's worth it. tetora reaches out to frank, touching his forehead to leech some of the head pain from his body, staying by him until he falls asleep. in the middle of it, he taps a simple, heartfelt message - thank you. ]
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sick as hotdog - frank, his name is frank - is, tetora still finds himself slumping next to him on the cot for a short moment, catching his breath. there's something about telepathic mindlinks that are exhausting beyond the sort of tiredness that the body experiences - it's an exhaustion that sits against the bones, soaking all the way to the marrow like a disease.
it was worth it, though. this experience had been several shades of fucked up shit that tetora wouldn't wish on anyone no matter how much he's come to hate them, but it's worth it. tetora reaches out to frank, touching his forehead to leech some of the head pain from his body, staying by him until he falls asleep. in the middle of it, he taps a simple, heartfelt message - thank you. ]