[ Even if logically Bazz knows he’s just going to be waiting out here for a minute, he still hates watching the door close on him. Some deep part of his brain is screaming, don’t let him leave you. Because that’s what Jugram does best, isn’t it?
He crosses his arms, taps his foot impatiently. He doesn’t like being out here, left with nothing but his own thoughts to keep him company. It’s…lonely isn’t the right word. Unnerving. Disorienting. Something along those lines. The sort of thing that he would never admit to, but feels nonetheless. Being left alone is something that Bazz can’t stand, and letting Jugram go through that door without him…it pisses him off, freaks him out. Logically, he knows that he’s being stupid, but that doesn’t change the fact that deep within him is a blind terror of never seeing Jugram again. That after all this time, after they’ve managed to walk this far without trying to kill each other, he’ll lose him.
What’s taking Jugram so long?
Patience is not a virtue Bazz has. He knows that, Jugram knows that, so neither of them should be surprised that he doesn’t like being out here alone with nothing to do. It makes his skin crawl. ]
Jug— Jugram? [ He catches himself just in time. Jugram has made it clear that he hates that nickname. And while he usually wouldn’t care what Jugram thinks, he can’t quite comprehend the fact that his Jugo killed him. It’s better not to think about it, and separating this Jugram from his childhood friend makes it easier.
Just on cue, as though he’d been summoned, the door opens and Jugram’s head pokes out. Thank god. He follows Jugram in, takes a second to process his surroundings.
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He crosses his arms, taps his foot impatiently. He doesn’t like being out here, left with nothing but his own thoughts to keep him company. It’s…lonely isn’t the right word. Unnerving. Disorienting. Something along those lines. The sort of thing that he would never admit to, but feels nonetheless. Being left alone is something that Bazz can’t stand, and letting Jugram go through that door without him…it pisses him off, freaks him out. Logically, he knows that he’s being stupid, but that doesn’t change the fact that deep within him is a blind terror of never seeing Jugram again. That after all this time, after they’ve managed to walk this far without trying to kill each other, he’ll lose him.
What’s taking Jugram so long?
Patience is not a virtue Bazz has. He knows that, Jugram knows that, so neither of them should be surprised that he doesn’t like being out here alone with nothing to do. It makes his skin crawl. ]
Jug— Jugram? [ He catches himself just in time. Jugram has made it clear that he hates that nickname. And while he usually wouldn’t care what Jugram thinks, he can’t quite comprehend the fact that his Jugo killed him. It’s better not to think about it, and separating this Jugram from his childhood friend makes it easier.
Just on cue, as though he’d been summoned, the door opens and Jugram’s head pokes out. Thank god. He follows Jugram in, takes a second to process his surroundings.
His very familiar surroundings. ]
What the fuck?