[Hearing the struggling, Michael comes over from where he'd settled himself. He has a knife in one hand, but a half-carved piece of wood in the other; when you spend half your nights awake, as he does, you've got to at least try to find some solo hobbies.
His body aches. Though he hasn't realized it yet, without a mirror to look in, there's dark bruises forming on his skin. Half the reason demons take human forms at all is to learn what pain feels like, but he's not sure now that he really did before. It feels different, when you know you can't just snap your fingers and make it better.]
What the fuck, man? Can't we just all be done with ambushing each other in the woods for a day or two? Is that so much to ask?
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[Hearing the struggling, Michael comes over from where he'd settled himself. He has a knife in one hand, but a half-carved piece of wood in the other; when you spend half your nights awake, as he does, you've got to at least try to find some solo hobbies.
His body aches. Though he hasn't realized it yet, without a mirror to look in, there's dark bruises forming on his skin. Half the reason demons take human forms at all is to learn what pain feels like, but he's not sure now that he really did before. It feels different, when you know you can't just snap your fingers and make it better.]
What the fuck, man? Can't we just all be done with ambushing each other in the woods for a day or two? Is that so much to ask?