A burning mind || open

There was something wrong — very wrong; though he couldn’t quite figure the ‘how’s and ‘why’s of the matter. Not until he looked around and realized, once again, that he hadn’t a clue as to where he was. Nor how he got there (but he supposed that was the lesser of his problems at the moment).

Alright, focus. He was sitting down, which was probably a good thing, seeing as — blimey, that dull pain in his head wasn’t very comforting, was it? So either this was the result of a really, really bad hangover, or that bloody mind-burning process was… well, processing again. Unfortunately for him, he was clever enough to lean toward the latter. But where was he?

Somewhere sunny. Oh! Grassy, too. That was nice. He held his head in his hands as he focused on the patch of green beneath him, his back hunched where he sat. Which, he assumed was a bench. So… a park, then? Ah, he’d figure that out eventually. Maybe he could ask the owner of those footsteps nearing closer. Maybe — if he were daring enough to lift his head for a moment. On the other hand, maybe if he stayed very still, they’d be courteous enough to go away. 

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