[ A scientist cannot simply ignore the siren call of inspiration, which, just so happens to strike at 12:16- or so the glowing blue numbers from across the room tell him. Yusuf isn't particularly bothered by the time, or the odd way the elastic on his sleep pants is suddenly looser than when he fell asleep with a journal over his face went to bed- the only thing Yusuf is bothered by is getting his hands on that notebook he'd stuffed in his bag yesterday.
The thing is... once he's got said notebook in his hand, pen poised in hand, his mind is completely blank. Words should be scribbling themselves on the page, his hand merely a conduit, but it's just resting there, pale and still and useless. Something must have woken him from his sleep, and it's usually a thought that permeates his subconscious enough to kick itself into his conscious--
Wait.
Pale hand? ]
What the-
[ His hand is really pale, like, call a doctor that shit is unnatural pale, and as Yusuf rushes into his loo, notebook forgotten as he hurriedly flicks the lights on, he completely forgets what time it is and that he should probably try to handle this a little better because it is the City and weird things happen all the time.
But no, he's just going to scream his head off- sorry Inception household- sorry neighbors-sorry bees. ]
FOR ANYONE WHO WOULD LIKE TO MERCILESSLY TEASE NICOLAS CAGE I MEAN YUSUF, THIS POST IS MADE TO THE NETWORK AT A MORE REASONABLE TIME:
This is ridiculous and I am uncomfortable with everything remotely associated with this. [ Yusuf gestures to his face for the benefit of the network. For the love of God, how is he supposed to take a piss without feeling like he's touching someone else's junk???
#cityproblems ]
The thing is... once he's got said notebook in his hand, pen poised in hand, his mind is completely blank. Words should be scribbling themselves on the page, his hand merely a conduit, but it's just resting there, pale and still and useless. Something must have woken him from his sleep, and it's usually a thought that permeates his subconscious enough to kick itself into his conscious--
Wait.
Pale hand? ]
What the-
[ His hand is really pale, like, call a doctor that shit is unnatural pale, and as Yusuf rushes into his loo, notebook forgotten as he hurriedly flicks the lights on, he completely forgets what time it is and that he should probably try to handle this a little better because it is the City and weird things happen all the time.
But no, he's just going to scream his head off- sorry Inception household- sorry neighbors-
FOR ANYONE WHO WOULD LIKE TO MERCILESSLY TEASE NICOLAS CAGE I MEAN YUSUF, THIS POST IS MADE TO THE NETWORK AT A MORE REASONABLE TIME:
This is ridiculous and I am uncomfortable with everything remotely associated with this. [ Yusuf gestures to his face for the benefit of the network. For the love of God, how is he supposed to take a piss without feeling like he's touching someone else's junk???
#cityproblems ]
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