[ Grogginess oozes in to fill the void left by adrenaline on its way out; Richard reaches up to drop the hood of his blanket down around his shoulders, and then to rub at his eyes. The added light doesn’t do him any favors. He is drawn and unhappy and still ¾ babushka, with minor shifts and tugs here and there to lend dignity to the drape of his blanket burrito. ]
Rutyer.
[ Wasn’t that already over with?
Dick turns back to the desk proper, folds the blotted paper over, and bookmarks it into his journal. The journal itself, he slots into a drawer. ]
Riftwatch or the entire world? [ he asks, as he slides the drawer shut. ] You’re probably right either way.
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Date: 2020-02-16 08:44 am (UTC)Rutyer.
[ Wasn’t that already over with?
Dick turns back to the desk proper, folds the blotted paper over, and bookmarks it into his journal. The journal itself, he slots into a drawer. ]
Riftwatch or the entire world? [ he asks, as he slides the drawer shut. ] You’re probably right either way.