If Norman had gotten closer, Quentin probably would have tried to bite him. Solid choice, Norman!
Quentin grits his teeth, trying to hide his fright with anger instead. Tries to pull away from the table, but can only manage to scrub a hand down his face instead. He hates that his hand feels normal here, instead of that weird shiny smoothness he's been forced to get used to.
"It's-" A frustrated mouth sound, his expression dark as he looks at Norman. "I feel sick, alright? And I'll I've done is take a sip of that drink-" It's enough of a lie to kick him in the metaphorical teeth again as he presses his forehead to the table. Jesus fuck, what is wrong with him-
The next few words feel like his teeth are being pulled out as he coughs them up. "He understood. He was the fucking first here, and then- why? Just one, goddamn time-" Alton listened, and understood, and even though the man killed him Quentin wants that back.
cw: mild nausea, metaphor involving teeth removal, reference to the moider
Quentin grits his teeth, trying to hide his fright with anger instead. Tries to pull away from the table, but can only manage to scrub a hand down his face instead. He hates that his hand feels normal here, instead of that weird shiny smoothness he's been forced to get used to.
"It's-" A frustrated mouth sound, his expression dark as he looks at Norman. "I feel sick, alright? And I'll I've done is take a sip of that drink-" It's enough of a lie to kick him in the metaphorical teeth again as he presses his forehead to the table. Jesus fuck, what is wrong with him-
The next few words feel like his teeth are being pulled out as he coughs them up. "He understood. He was the fucking first here, and then- why? Just one, goddamn time-" Alton listened, and understood, and even though the man killed him Quentin wants that back.