[Is he referring to the blanket or the dare? Either way, he doesn't clarify. He stays by the wall for a time. Hears and sees the rise of challenge. An order. He's become an expert in them. He eyes the chair, and the empty space he's probably meant to fit into.
Is it a compulsion, then, that makes him sit down? The inability to disobey? Or is there something else to explain it? A sort of willingness? Maybe something of both, or something of neither, and in any case it hardly matters when it results in the same action.
Sitting in the chair. Hands in his lap, held together to keep the cold at bay.
no subject
Surely you can do better.
[Is he referring to the blanket or the dare? Either way, he doesn't clarify. He stays by the wall for a time. Hears and sees the rise of challenge. An order. He's become an expert in them. He eyes the chair, and the empty space he's probably meant to fit into.
Is it a compulsion, then, that makes him sit down? The inability to disobey? Or is there something else to explain it? A sort of willingness? Maybe something of both, or something of neither, and in any case it hardly matters when it results in the same action.
Sitting in the chair. Hands in his lap, held together to keep the cold at bay.
And waiting.]