#strexmachine

Cecil muttered sleepily for a moment, then sat bolt upright in bed, eyes wide. “It’s time? L-like, time-time?” He sprang out of bed and began pulling a pair of trousers over his pajama pants. “Just breathe, Darling. In and out, nice deep breaths...” He managed to awkwardly button the pants, then began rooting around for a shirt. “Okay... okay... where do we need to go, the hospital? The biomech lab? Oh, beams, where are my glasses?”

That’s it exactly!

go team! If I see you i’ll do my best to get your attention

i’ll be out and about (and stone blind when i have the head down) on saturday mcm if you’re going this time, come and find me! and probably stick me full of arrows. I’m a monster

*giggles* I see you, Daddy! Why are you following me?

“O-oh, yes? What?” Cecil felt himself break out in a cold sweat. This didn’t sound like it was going to be a good conversation.

To lose everyone I love. I’d far rather die first, rather than spend the rest of my life alone. 

{{Thank you... As I said, he has SOME mitigating factors, but still. I appreciate it.}}