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@JUDGExEXECUTION



( the words confused him for a few seconds. he hasn't really cleared himself up all that much yet. ) - ah... better, i think. thank you. - um... if it was a scale from one to five, with five being really hammered, i think i'd be at like... a two?

overbearing guilt hitting him like a brick once again. ) - ah... 'm sorry, i got my stupid tears all over you... ( his throat is a little hoarse, eyes puffy and red like his tear-stained cheeks. he adjusts his glasses, almost like an embarrassed habit. )

/too/ tight to be comfortable. body-heaving sobs leave him as he clings, desperately, to what he can only assume is the first amount of non-violent contact he's had with anybody in a long time. )

I took one too many sleeping pills and felt like I witnessed an extremely small medically induced coma .

mid-sentence, trying to hold back the floods of tears that are pricking the corners of his vision, clouding it and making the judge's features entirely blurry. )

( he stares at the handkerchief for a good few seconds before taking it, dabbing at his face a little, before having to hide his face in his hands. he hated people seeing him in such a vulnerable position. the hovered hand was completely missed. )

are very polite and respectful characters, so the hesitation is part of who they are, but i think it truthfully reflects what juniper's lived experience would be!!! as the ultimate rockstar, he'd be praised as this untouchable god by his fans and therefore it'd lead him to be +


โ [ reaching into their shirts pocket , Violet hands him a handkerchief. ] โ . . . then , allow yourself to cry freely. despite my profession , I will not judge you for how you feel. โ [ their hand hovers above his shoulder for a moment before they pull away. ]

( he sniffled, turning his head away immediately to try and hide it, dabbing at his face a little. ) - i dunno... you said i was safe 'n' i... i dunno. i think 'm just tired. ( he hadn't heard those words in a long time. not from another person, at least. )

( he nodded, trying to process the words for a few minutes. he drank more water, albeit begrudgingly, but when the judge's words of him being safe fully sunk in, he couldn't really help it. ) ( he /did/ start crying a little, even if he wasn't particularly loud about it. )

( he nods, quiet, hands reaching for the seatbelt to strap himself in. he takes note of the driver; he could only assume that violet made enough to afford a chaufer. ) ( the overwhelming sense of guilt he felt was crushing. )

- mm, yeah, but- you're off th' clock. ( he mumbles so much to try to hide the slur in his voice, accent slipping through much stronger than in normal conversation. ) - n'that doesn't give me the excuse to trouble ya. ( a bit of a clumsy fall into the passenger seat. )