by Doze [2] » Wed Jul 11, 2012 4:22 pm
All Doze can do is stare at him. Itchy’s statement came from so far out of left field, that his mind is taking a moment to catch up.
You can’t…possibly be serious…
Doze is used to Itchy saying ludicrous things. Used to him being a show off, jackass, rude, and inconsiderate as all get out. He is not used to the other man propositioning him. This is just ridiculous.
Itchy…I don’t know what opiates you’ve…been taking…but, I think you’re a little…too out of yourself to continue this…conversation. Do you even…remember who you’re talking to…right now?
Itchy certainly appears sober, but it wouldn’t be too hard for him to fake it, Doze supposed. He’d had an incredible amount of practice, after all. He snapped his fingers, slowly, in the direction of the other man’s face.
It’s…Doze…remember? Short,…fat Doze…not whoever you’re…imagining. Thank you…