[ white hair, red eyes. like ghost (like a ghost), but heine has no way of knowing something like that. he hasn't got any wolves himself, just the Dog living inside his head but it is quiet here in this city, silenced by whatever they put into his head, no longer spitting poison and bile in his ear like he used to, but he imagines (knows) that it wears his face. maybe that's his own, personal haunting.
Heine narrows his eyes slightly, only belatedly remembering the whole thing with giving commands - at least it wasn't anything too drastic, and at least he's stopped with the yelling now. ]
Good.
[ the people gradually shuffle off; one or two gives them suspicious stares, but heine stands, hands shoved into pockets, until the attention shifts elsewhere. ]
Let's see, you don't really know where you are, do you?
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Heine narrows his eyes slightly, only belatedly remembering the whole thing with giving commands - at least it wasn't anything too drastic, and at least he's stopped with the yelling now. ]
Good.
[ the people gradually shuffle off; one or two gives them suspicious stares, but heine stands, hands shoved into pockets, until the attention shifts elsewhere. ]
Let's see, you don't really know where you are, do you?