pandakatiefominz
Wraith
Dark squinted, unsure of what exactly was happening just then. He was fully aware he had, while disassociating, slipped and cut his hand. No questions there. He knew he was in his neighbor Lex's car, on the way to the hospital. He knew the year, he knew who the president was. He was fully lucid.
But he had no idea what was happening. Was Lex sincerely trying to pitch a joint project on the way to the ER? "I... suppose we could. Depending on what you have in mind?"
"Speaking of gates," Daizi said, a bit cautiously, "could we commission you to make baby gates for our stairs? This doesn't really feel like the right time to ask, but..." Dark looked at his wife. If it wasn't for how much damn pain he was in, he'd think he was dreaming.
But he had no idea what was happening. Was Lex sincerely trying to pitch a joint project on the way to the ER? "I... suppose we could. Depending on what you have in mind?"
"Speaking of gates," Daizi said, a bit cautiously, "could we commission you to make baby gates for our stairs? This doesn't really feel like the right time to ask, but..." Dark looked at his wife. If it wasn't for how much damn pain he was in, he'd think he was dreaming.