"Only way to do it," he said. He took another drink from the glass of rum, draining the rest of the stuff from his glass. He blinked his eyes a few times; even through the endurance potion, he felt a buzz starting to grow. He rubbed at his eyes. "When I'm working on some code or something, that's where I always go wrong."
Travis used to code up little video games. A couple of years ago, he tried to code up an old school, 16-bit style RPG based on their Zenderael characters. Tyrus saw the unfinished product; the part where he sent a little two dimensional sprite version of himself running around was downright unnerving.
"I always switched between projects," he said. It wasn't a problem that Tyrus had. "Never finish anything, but start a lot of things. I'm trying to fix that, though, y'know? After the crash... life's short, I guess."
He felt a flush of guilt. Travis would never have that chance, because of him.
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Travis used to code up little video games. A couple of years ago, he tried to code up an old school, 16-bit style RPG based on their Zenderael characters. Tyrus saw the unfinished product; the part where he sent a little two dimensional sprite version of himself running around was downright unnerving.
"I always switched between projects," he said. It wasn't a problem that Tyrus had. "Never finish anything, but start a lot of things. I'm trying to fix that, though, y'know? After the crash... life's short, I guess."
He felt a flush of guilt. Travis would never have that chance, because of him.