dollpocalypse: (neu: i can't really take care of myself)
dollpocalypse ([personal profile] dollpocalypse) wrote2011-12-11 03:50 pm

The Edge of the Island | Sunday Evening

The world hadn't ended. The world was okay and there were people hugging and crying, but the lights were still off in the room across the hall from his, which meant that Topher had only one place to check.

He didn't run, though it was a near thing, and that was mainly because his legs still felt a little shaky after having flown around a freaking mountaintop on a wingless dragon. So he walked, his heart pounding erratically with worry and hope. A nervous habit kicked in, and as he stepped into view of the very tip of the island, Topher brought one knuckle up into his mouth to chew on uncertainly.

Please let him be there, please let him be there...

[[For guess who.]]

Re: NFB

[identity profile] hoorayimrich.livejournal.com 2011-12-11 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"I sleep way less than most people," Tony said, waving his hand dismissively. "I'm kinda used to it."

IT CLEARLY HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH HIS ISSUES CONCERNING HIS DEAD DAD. AT ALL.

"If you ever need help, I'm always around."

Just not in your pants.

Re: NFB

[identity profile] hoorayimrich.livejournal.com 2011-12-11 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
PANTS STAY ON.

"I don't know," Tony admitted with a laugh. "I didn't really feel anything. Like blinking, I guess."

Re: NFB

[identity profile] hoorayimrich.livejournal.com 2011-12-11 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not too much at least." Which meant he was good to go with a pot of coffee. "Is the Perk still around?"

Re: NFB

[identity profile] hoorayimrich.livejournal.com 2011-12-12 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
"God yes." He needed it to live.