The Roof, Late Monday Night
Anders wasn't as physically drained as Tannim was, but after returning from the Underworld he was emotionally exhausted.
Any recent attempts to cut back on the number of cigarettes he consumed went up in -- pun intended -- smoke as he paced the roof, trying to get some semblance of control back.
Actually, he was mostly trying to prevent himself from throwing up, or having a nervous breakdown, or completely losing it one way or another. He'd never had to help kill a friend before . . . even if it had really been a monster wearing a friend's face.
With any luck he'd never have to do it again.
[OOC: The roof is the place for emo -- and open.]
Any recent attempts to cut back on the number of cigarettes he consumed went up in -- pun intended -- smoke as he paced the roof, trying to get some semblance of control back.
Actually, he was mostly trying to prevent himself from throwing up, or having a nervous breakdown, or completely losing it one way or another. He'd never had to help kill a friend before . . . even if it had really been a monster wearing a friend's face.
With any luck he'd never have to do it again.
[OOC: The roof is the place for emo -- and open.]