[ There was a small glimmer of amusement/commiseration in Will's eye at the remark about abysmal coffee. ] A true Hell. [ He deadpanned before shoving his hands into the pockets of his slacks.
He winced as his bruised and torn knuckles brushed against the fabric, noting the presence of pain but still unable to dismiss this as reality. He had experienced pain in his dreams and his hallucinations often enough.
Regardless Will decided that standing here arguing existentialism was probably a waste of his time and Neal's and he turned away from the bulletin board. ]
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He winced as his bruised and torn knuckles brushed against the fabric, noting the presence of pain but still unable to dismiss this as reality. He had experienced pain in his dreams and his hallucinations often enough.
Regardless Will decided that standing here arguing existentialism was probably a waste of his time and Neal's and he turned away from the bulletin board. ]
Could you show me this Gray Gull?