God forbid you ever sleep in your own, then. Perhaps you'll simply lay there and waste away rather than get up again.
[ He can hardly disagree, though- everything from the chairs to the beds are ten times better than anything he's ever had back home. People like them of the lower class are, after all, only afforded the most splintered and hard of furniture. Even the simplest of comforts in this place is considered a lush and vibrant luxury to the two of them.
'Gruesome' he says. Adelis only offers a blank look. ]
I'm certain I've seen worse in the streets after a Dead Night.
[ Especially in Ovosca- the people are hardier for their independence, but the lack of undead protection often leaves them more susceptible than most to the things that lay outside their communities. The blood-spattered cabins and leering knives on the covers of these seem tame in comparison.
He picks one at random, something about serial killers and summer camp, and pokes a few buttons with the tinge of irritation until he finally gets it to work. The screen darkens, before opening with the ominous chords of music as he finally gets to his feet and strides back over the couch. He drops with the crossing of his legs, before reaching to fill his own glass as a steady narration drones in the background.
I've little idea what constitutes a marathon, so I suggest you check every so often. It'll mark it off automatically, anyway.
[ He's not expecting much entertainment from this, really, but hopefully the tinge of booze will take the edge off however this is going to make him feel. ]
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[ He can hardly disagree, though- everything from the chairs to the beds are ten times better than anything he's ever had back home. People like them of the lower class are, after all, only afforded the most splintered and hard of furniture. Even the simplest of comforts in this place is considered a lush and vibrant luxury to the two of them.
'Gruesome' he says. Adelis only offers a blank look. ]
I'm certain I've seen worse in the streets after a Dead Night.
[ Especially in Ovosca- the people are hardier for their independence, but the lack of undead protection often leaves them more susceptible than most to the things that lay outside their communities. The blood-spattered cabins and leering knives on the covers of these seem tame in comparison.
He picks one at random, something about serial killers and summer camp, and pokes a few buttons with the tinge of irritation until he finally gets it to work. The screen darkens, before opening with the ominous chords of music as he finally gets to his feet and strides back over the couch. He drops with the crossing of his legs, before reaching to fill his own glass as a steady narration drones in the background.
I've little idea what constitutes a marathon, so I suggest you check every so often. It'll mark it off automatically, anyway.
[ He's not expecting much entertainment from this, really, but hopefully the tinge of booze will take the edge off however this is going to make him feel. ]