Who: Seeker and Jesse Where: The kitchen What: Not sure yet Warnings: Swearing maybe?
Jesse hadn't eaten for a few days. Maybe it was because the kitchen had been occupied a bit more than usual. Maybe it was because he didn't feel like he knew anyone yet. Usually when he was in the sort of headspace he was in now, he surrounded himself with people. Friends and strangers alike, and partied. From dusk until dawn and the over again. No one was allowed to stop, not when his head was in a mess. But lately? He didn't want to do any of that. He just wanted to be alone.
He was sat at the kitchen table with a bowl of cereal. Untouched. He played with the spoon idly, pushing the cereal around the bowl, watching it. He wasn't really focusing on what he was doing. More what was in his head. And it was a mess in there. He looked a mess too. His baggy clothing hung off him. While his head was usually shaved down to the stubble, it has started to grow back in. His face was a bit more stubbled than usual too but he had sort of kept up with shaving that much at least. Right now, he just didn't see the point. He was stuck in another universe, no money, no friends. Nothing. And all the while, his brain kept telling him the same thing. "I deserve this" he muttered.