[ Gorgug might have noticed the ball, if that's all he had to focus on. But it's the shit in his vision, the ominous writing--who cares about a ball when that's being seared into his view, that he can't get out, and who knows what might happen next? Voices in his head, something worming itself inside him.
He doesn't want to be fucked with like this. He doesn't want to be screwed around. Maybe he should be looking for the source, being reasonable about this, logical. Instead, Gorgug feels his breathing getting erratic, and he knows: no. He doesn't want this, he doesn't want this.
Gorgug screws his eyes shut, bows his head as his breathing trembles at his shoulders, as he fights against the fear and tries to grasp at something far, far more intense than that. Small noises that sound like sobs, and he grips at the front of his fringe... ]
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He doesn't want to be fucked with like this. He doesn't want to be screwed around. Maybe he should be looking for the source, being reasonable about this, logical. Instead, Gorgug feels his breathing getting erratic, and he knows: no. He doesn't want this, he doesn't want this.
Gorgug screws his eyes shut, bows his head as his breathing trembles at his shoulders, as he fights against the fear and tries to grasp at something far, far more intense than that. Small noises that sound like sobs, and he grips at the front of his fringe... ]
Ah... aahhh....