[Every now and then, Topher has to stop and wonder about Alpha's imprints. After awhile, intakes become a blur, but then you stop and wonder, okay really who asks for a schizophrenic? But that's neither here nor there.
Despite tensing at the touch and nearly going into all out hyperventilation, Topher focuses up, concentrates on breathing in and out and thinking, except the thinking is a bit difficult because there's something in his head that probably shouldn't be there and he scrunches his face a bit, trying to shake it out. Those were not his emotions, excuse you.]
Then can I reiterate the what did you do part? [He lets his head drop back against the back of the chair.] God, my head.
WELL. I feel the same way about you and playing Alpha. So wheeee. :D
Despite tensing at the touch and nearly going into all out hyperventilation, Topher focuses up, concentrates on breathing in and out and thinking, except the thinking is a bit difficult because there's something in his head that probably shouldn't be there and he scrunches his face a bit, trying to shake it out. Those were not his emotions, excuse you.]
Then can I reiterate the what did you do part? [He lets his head drop back against the back of the chair.] God, my head.