10.May.21, 09:39 AM
Anger flared in Cazelarias when the woman shifted around to sit down beside him, but the flare was hot and fast, before fading away into the void of whatever; he turned to look at her flatly for a few moments, and then turned his head away again. If she wanted to sit there, then so be it. He didn’t care; he didn’t care about anything. It was easier not to care, and it hurt less. When she spoke, about a nice hall and making friends, Cazelarias felt exasperated for a moment, before turning to her with the blank expression once more. “That’s nice.” He said without feeling and without indicating what it was in her statement that was nice. Let her decide. He didn’t care.
Then she wanted his name, and information, and Cazelarias pursed his lips for a moment, clenching his teeth as he worked quite hard not to growl at the girl or roll his eyes or something that would no doubt have her poking at him more in some way or something. “Cazelarias.” He said simply, biting out his name and shifting his gaze to his fingernails, which he began to pick at for lack of anything better to do. He didn’t have the energy to continue the conversation, or to get up and run away, or to cry now that his tears had dried up and all he was feeling were spurts of irritation and exasperation. He was so tired, all he wanted to do was magically appear in his bed where he could curl up and forget about the existence of anything and everything in exchange for the deep and dreamless sleep he was growing used to.
Then she wanted his name, and information, and Cazelarias pursed his lips for a moment, clenching his teeth as he worked quite hard not to growl at the girl or roll his eyes or something that would no doubt have her poking at him more in some way or something. “Cazelarias.” He said simply, biting out his name and shifting his gaze to his fingernails, which he began to pick at for lack of anything better to do. He didn’t have the energy to continue the conversation, or to get up and run away, or to cry now that his tears had dried up and all he was feeling were spurts of irritation and exasperation. He was so tired, all he wanted to do was magically appear in his bed where he could curl up and forget about the existence of anything and everything in exchange for the deep and dreamless sleep he was growing used to.