"No, it's-- I've never heard of a migraine that causes persistent hallucination?" Zenigata stubbed out the last of his cigarette and got up and got to get a glass of water to ease his cottony mouth. "Doctors have never figured it out, but it's like... I was in a car chase when I got wrecked. Had migraines ever since. And when I do, I see this... he's a man in a blue coat. And he looks kind of like a monkey."
He shrugs once, before he drains his water, then presses the cool glass against his temple. "He's right right here, right over my shoulder, when I get a migraine. I hate the son of a bitch. But it's also -- like he's just supposed to be there? Like there's something that would be wrong if he wasn't there being an aggravating asshole making my head hurt."
He shrugged, this time more aggressively and definitely more frustrated. "Brain damage, I guess!"
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Date: 2020-02-27 02:57 am (UTC)He shrugs once, before he drains his water, then presses the cool glass against his temple. "He's right right here, right over my shoulder, when I get a migraine. I hate the son of a bitch. But it's also -- like he's just supposed to be there? Like there's something that would be wrong if he wasn't there being an aggravating asshole making my head hurt."
He shrugged, this time more aggressively and definitely more frustrated. "Brain damage, I guess!"