[ It's strange, that this would almost be the opposite effect from the one he had experienced decades ago now. Years had passed in minutes then, and now, it's minutes pass in years. Bitterly, he feels that he's only barely sure which is worse, but that was only because of the cruelty that had spat him out with a century lost. So in a way, the knock at the door is a welcome distraction.
He stands from where he had been flopped onto his bed, and he ignores just how long it feels that it takes to reach the door. Ridiculous. It's preposterous, and nothing more. Though of course, because he doesn't know who is on the other side of the door, he answers with his eye closed, even if it's with a smile. He has to get a sense of their voice to know where he should direct his gaze so that he can at least pretend that he can see. ]
Go~od afternoon. Or at least, I hope it's afternoon~! Looking at clocks today is terribly irritating, isn't it?
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He stands from where he had been flopped onto his bed, and he ignores just how long it feels that it takes to reach the door. Ridiculous. It's preposterous, and nothing more. Though of course, because he doesn't know who is on the other side of the door, he answers with his eye closed, even if it's with a smile. He has to get a sense of their voice to know where he should direct his gaze so that he can at least pretend that he can see. ]
Go~od afternoon. Or at least, I hope it's afternoon~! Looking at clocks today is terribly irritating, isn't it?