[believe him, it's worth a lot, keeping his stupidly long limbs in mind. maybe if he weren't so... so everything, they wouldn't be in this mess and he wouldn't be wondering just how long it's going to take them to get out of the predicament.
because unfortunately, the longer they stay here, the higher his anxiety starts rising. claustrophobia, ain't that a bitch? neverminding the fact they're on borrowed time, there's an added chance he has a panic-induced heart attack before they run out of it and while he's made plenty of jokes, he'd rather not die yet. (definitely not while he's locked inside some cramped box with five either, although that at least means he isn't by himself— wait, no, that's terrible. he doesn't want five to die ever, even with him.)]
Yeah, okay, guess I deserved that one. [he rolls his eyes, glad it's too dark for five to see, adjusts his elbow ever-so-slightly to reach into his pants pocket. the metal lighter he removes gets flipped open, flicked a couple times until it finally lights and they have something to work with.]
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because unfortunately, the longer they stay here, the higher his anxiety starts rising. claustrophobia, ain't that a bitch? neverminding the fact they're on borrowed time, there's an added chance he has a panic-induced heart attack before they run out of it and while he's made plenty of jokes, he'd rather not die yet. (definitely not while he's locked inside some cramped box with five either, although that at least means he isn't by himself— wait, no, that's terrible. he doesn't want five to die ever, even with him.)]
Yeah, okay, guess I deserved that one. [he rolls his eyes, glad it's too dark for five to see, adjusts his elbow ever-so-slightly to reach into his pants pocket. the metal lighter he removes gets flipped open, flicked a couple times until it finally lights and they have something to work with.]
Look at that, still works!