I'm not gonna sit around drinking myself stupid every night.
[ He'd already tried booze, in other words. It had worked well enough, true to Matt's suggestion, but it had its limits and Gen isn't that much of a drinker -- spending too long lost in the stupor of being drunk just made him feel shittier in the mornings, he'd quickly realized.
There's the rustle of dirt and grass underfoot as he slowly lowers himself to a crouch, pent-up exhaustion catching up to him and making his body feel heavy. Every last bit of energy he has goes towards trying to contain himself despite the throbbing in his arm, and he can't be bothered enough to care much about how he seems to some dweeby weirdo. (Sorry not sorry, Matt.) ]
And I'm not into massages. [ He can't help sounding a little dismissive about that option, giving a low huff. It sounds lame, after all. ] ... I'll be fine, either way. If you've managed to handle it, so can I.
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[ He'd already tried booze, in other words. It had worked well enough, true to Matt's suggestion, but it had its limits and Gen isn't that much of a drinker -- spending too long lost in the stupor of being drunk just made him feel shittier in the mornings, he'd quickly realized.
There's the rustle of dirt and grass underfoot as he slowly lowers himself to a crouch, pent-up exhaustion catching up to him and making his body feel heavy. Every last bit of energy he has goes towards trying to contain himself despite the throbbing in his arm, and he can't be bothered enough to care much about how he seems to some dweeby weirdo. (Sorry not sorry, Matt.) ]
And I'm not into massages. [ He can't help sounding a little dismissive about that option, giving a low huff. It sounds lame, after all. ] ... I'll be fine, either way. If you've managed to handle it, so can I.