[He holds his arm back out to Monika, brow furrowed slightly as if that'll help him concentrate.
It's hard to pick, mind scrambling and sliding around the way it is. Whenever he lands on one it seems to morph into another one, to follow that bloodstream that circulates throughout every experience. He wonders if everyone's head is like this.
He finally manages to grab onto his first day on the job as a police officer, buzzing with excitement, too nervous to ask questions, faking that he knows what's going on in the ride-along in the police cruiser until the sergeant asks him to actually repeat back something about the codes he just learned.
"Dixon, a 10-96. I just told you."
"Dog case?"
"No, you dipshit. That means we've got a retard on the loose."
"Oh. I knew that."
"You didn't."
Dixon isn't wearing his badge. It's tight in his hand on his thigh; he can feel the edges pressing into his clammy palm. "I'll know it next time."]
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It's hard to pick, mind scrambling and sliding around the way it is. Whenever he lands on one it seems to morph into another one, to follow that bloodstream that circulates throughout every experience. He wonders if everyone's head is like this.
He finally manages to grab onto his first day on the job as a police officer, buzzing with excitement, too nervous to ask questions, faking that he knows what's going on in the ride-along in the police cruiser until the sergeant asks him to actually repeat back something about the codes he just learned.
"Dixon, a 10-96. I just told you."
"Dog case?"
"No, you dipshit. That means we've got a retard on the loose."
"Oh. I knew that."
"You didn't."
Dixon isn't wearing his badge. It's tight in his hand on his thigh; he can feel the edges pressing into his clammy palm. "I'll know it next time."]