send the x and o's

If you pretend a problem doesn't exist long enough, it'll just go away. Probably. Wake himself is a problem, but he's not going away any time soon. The rattle in his lungs on the other hand? Well, with enough laudanum, anything is possible. The withdrawals on his little adventure had been enough to show him that quitting wasn't in the cards, not in the slightest.

Now that he's comfortably under the influence once more, the boy strides onto the battlefield. Long legged, with an arrogant pep in his step, he's ready for anything. Ready for trouble, ready for... pretty much anything. Keen eyed, he shatters the silence of the afternoon with a sharp call. Someone come at him.

WAKE UP