Maurice paused with his foot in the door to look up at Jimmy.
"...Yeah. It would."
The tiniest edge had appeared in his voice. He didn't come out for several minutes because the bar owner had to count out his bullshit Otherworld money and deem it convertible. Eventually, Maurice came back out with two simple brown bottles in his hands and sat down at the base of the tree.
He struggled with the cap, kicking himself for not utilizing the bottle opener afixed to the end of the counter inside but eventually managed to pry it off, winning himself a cut on one hand.
"But you don't bleed in dreams..." Maurice murmured as he watched the red seep into the creases of his palm. It was warm. He was alive. "How long have you been here?"
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"...Yeah. It would."
The tiniest edge had appeared in his voice. He didn't come out for several minutes because the bar owner had to count out his bullshit Otherworld money and deem it convertible. Eventually, Maurice came back out with two simple brown bottles in his hands and sat down at the base of the tree.
He struggled with the cap, kicking himself for not utilizing the bottle opener afixed to the end of the counter inside but eventually managed to pry it off, winning himself a cut on one hand.
"But you don't bleed in dreams..." Maurice murmured as he watched the red seep into the creases of his palm. It was warm. He was alive. "How long have you been here?"