[As soon as Asher catches himself staring, he snaps his head in the opposite direction, pressing the hand that lays between them against his forehead briefly.]
Put on a shirt, man-
[Desperately, hopelessly, Asher crawls to the edge of the makeshift "jail cell," grasping onto the bars for dear life.
It is here where he will die a broken shell of a human being, imprisoned in a literal thirst trap.]
5/5
[As soon as Asher catches himself staring, he snaps his head in the opposite direction, pressing the hand that lays between them against his forehead briefly.]
Put on a shirt, man-
[Desperately, hopelessly, Asher crawls to the edge of the makeshift "jail cell," grasping onto the bars for dear life.
It is here where he will die a broken shell of a human being, imprisoned in a literal thirst trap.]