05-12-2018, 12:13 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black; padding: 20px"]Maes definitely had a lot of things on his mind that were bothering him. It was hard not to, with all the recent happenings. It was all so overwhelming, coming back from the dead and seeing Roy again. Except it hadn't been the way he had expected, or even wanted. Things had changed a lot and he wasn't sure if he liked those changes.
Despite his cheery demeanor through it all, he still felt the weight of everything. He wished he could have handled it better like his friend was, but he supposed he'd have to give himself credit, since he had died in such a...gruesome way. Being murdered in a past life was hard.
He comes across the group and, looking over the glass bottles they had gathered, was intrigued by what they were doing. He had never done such a thing--stowing your worries inside a bottle and throwing it to the sea--but now, he decided it might take away some of the burden he could feel. The lab had never had the reason to do it before, so this was probably a good time to try it out.
Hughes says nothing as he grabs a bottle for himself, taking up a piece of paper and writing utensil before beginning to scribble down what he had been thinking lately. Then he chucked it into the sea along with the ones the others had written. He watches it be jostled about by the waves, carried further and further away until he could no longer see it. Then he grabs another one and starts to write again.
Despite his cheery demeanor through it all, he still felt the weight of everything. He wished he could have handled it better like his friend was, but he supposed he'd have to give himself credit, since he had died in such a...gruesome way. Being murdered in a past life was hard.
He comes across the group and, looking over the glass bottles they had gathered, was intrigued by what they were doing. He had never done such a thing--stowing your worries inside a bottle and throwing it to the sea--but now, he decided it might take away some of the burden he could feel. The lab had never had the reason to do it before, so this was probably a good time to try it out.
Hughes says nothing as he grabs a bottle for himself, taking up a piece of paper and writing utensil before beginning to scribble down what he had been thinking lately. Then he chucked it into the sea along with the ones the others had written. He watches it be jostled about by the waves, carried further and further away until he could no longer see it. Then he grabs another one and starts to write again.