mistakes were made
To be honest, he doesn’t care about recuperating, restocking, or taking care of the injured. He doesn’t care to sleep and take care of himself after the whole fiasco, either. He was never that responsible.
Rather, Dosei does the opposite of what he should be doing. It’s not like he can feel the pain from his silver scrapes and oddly colored bruises, and he’d rather not sit here and doze again while waiting for the earth to tremble or some other dramatic bullshit. Instead, he creeps around to try and find one unwary victim, uncaring as to who they were. The person he picks is hidden away themselves, most likely to avoid others, but it doesn’t stop the tiny terror from creeping up and getting to work.
A couple minutes later, there would be a bright yellow glow in the vicinity. The source? The man’s back, who has words that seem to radiate light scrawled onto the back of his coat. It seems he did some research before this, as there’s nary a grammatical mistake to be found in the words of wisdom. Unfortunately, gravel crunches beneath his boot at a shifting movement, nearly tripping him up as he backs up to admire his handiwork.
Scrawled into the material, in very noticeable letters, is AY YO PIZZA HUT I SUCK DICK.
#Wasted.
