[ Theo is supremely bummed about the buses. He likes his freedom in this place, but none of the things he's able to do here are exactly new. Maybe he's able to indulge a little more in alcohol, because no one here knows him and he won't be soiling the family name or the army's reputation. And there should be more girls he hasn't actually met at some point before.
But he wants to go home. He didn't really have to, but he's made his mother and little brother his responsibility, so naturally he's worried about being away from them like this.
He's on his third bottle by now. Sure, he's 18, but he's still a kid — and beginning to act even more like one. ]
Mom must be so worried by now. And half the country can't understand what she's saying because the idiots can barely lipread, let alone sign.
How do we fix this hyperdimensional stick thing again?
PLEASE HELP THIS KID START A BAR BRAWL, KTNXBYE~
But he wants to go home. He didn't really have to, but he's made his mother and little brother his responsibility, so naturally he's worried about being away from them like this.
He's on his third bottle by now. Sure, he's 18, but he's still a kid — and beginning to act even more like one. ]
Mom must be so worried by now. And half the country can't understand what she's saying because the idiots can barely lipread, let alone sign.
How do we fix this hyperdimensional stick thing again?