preston rawlings, psychic accountant (ex_clerk820) wrote in rooms,
Re: Kitchen & Faol.
[The bump isn't hard, as Preston is slow-moving and more rumpled than anyone living has ever seen him. He's missing his suit-coat and tie, and it's a miracle he managed to find an extremely wrinkled pair of trousers (cut in a suspiciously Twenties style) before he stumbled out of his room. The clothes make somewhat of a barrier, but the increased proximity strengthens Preston's emotional projections. Even the anticipation of coffee takes on layers, a hint of guilt at the possibility of caffeine addiction, a raw desire to have better control over his brain, the tingle of hot steam on the inside of his nostrils.
Preston immediately steps back, struggling closer to waking and trying to tamp down on what he is feeling. His attempts in this venue include imagining being wrapped in several layers of bubble wrap and thinking of calming things like clouds. It's not particularly successful. He blinked.]