( kaldur is exhausted. he knew to expect it, of course, but expecting it does not make the actual experience of it any less unpleasant, any less encompassing. someone nudges a magboot against his leg, asking him a question, and he tips his head back until it rests against the wall, looking up. it puts the gills on his neck on display even more than usual, but he isn't hiding them. why bother?
tall man. military? he's worked with enough military personnel to recognise the type. )
Maybe some water.
( there are two glasses of water on the floor next him, but he's not touching those. )
no subject
tall man. military? he's worked with enough military personnel to recognise the type. )
Maybe some water.
( there are two glasses of water on the floor next him, but he's not touching those. )