it was TERRIBLY DIFFICULT to sit here and act as if nothing was really bothering him. it may simply be the fact that he wasn’t in the mood to be DEALING WITH PEOPLE, but the little tapping of their foot was enough to set LYRIC on edge. he didn’t much appreciate when people would just MAKE ANNOYING THINGS HAPPEN, and he shut his eyes and took the deepest breath his broken lungs could handle without gagging, trying to calm himself down before the thrumming of the subway made his head swim too much. the mixture of sounds and smells didn’t help, and at this point he was staring at them, SUCKING HIS UPPER LIP between his teeth and trying his best to just focus. but he couldn’t help it. he just couldn’t. “hey, kid, “ “ can you try and stop? it’s bugging THE FUCK out of me. “
↳ ❂ ↰ He hated public transportation with every fiber of his being. There were too many people and too much noise, and the entire situation made him want to rip his own eyebrows off and eat them. He couldn’t wait to get off: he nearly jumped up at each opening of the train despite having awhile yet until he reached his stop. If someone tried to ax murder him at that very moment, he wouldn’t bother objecting because anything to end this suffering was a blessing.
The voice beside him went almost unnoticed, as did the fact that he’d even been tapping his foot to begin with. If not for the fact that some part of Kaeto’s mind registered that he was being spoken to, the comment would’ve been ignored entirely; however, instead of a proper response, his brain supplied the following: “I’m dying.”
