Re: Quicklog, Carnival: Cat/Reece
[Cat tended to get mean. Out came the claws, as she put it. And Reece wasn't bothered by them. She could get pissed at him. She could rip his fucking eyes out. It wasn't anything he hadn't done himself. That had really sucked, feeling it like, dangling for a second. Ugh. Gross. It reminded him of the dick, which reminded him of his skin being eaten off of his bones as he watched. It would be really good not to vomit, he thought. Delayed, he shrugged at Cat when she asked when he became a judgmental asshole, because, man, he had no idea. He also wasn't entirely convinced he was that.
Reece sighed. Cat was crying, and he felt pretty dead inside, which, at least, was better than where he'd been before he was drunk.] Cat, man, I'm sorry. [He patted her shoulder.] I'm sorry it sucks.