[Max may not feel any different, but Basil...feels like he's woken up after a long, long dream.
And what a dream it's been. Actually, he might have assumed that's all it was, if he wasn't startled by the state of his bedroom upon "waking". His polaroid camera- the one Nanami gave him, anyway, not his- sits on the bedside table, and all across the room are polaroid photos that have been hung up carefully on twine and little wooden pegs. It's exactly how he might have decorated his room when he was younger, though it's more likely the photos would have ended up in an album...which he's lacking at the moment.
It's not the fault of his previous self, who had been more than happy to take them. But seeing the polaroids, seeing all these images staring back at him of people and places he barely remembers...it's terrifying.
When Max enters Basil's room (she'll have to let herself in, he doesn't respond to any knocking), she'll find the Gargoyle standing in the epicenter of disarray. The photos have been torn down from the walls, string and the little pegs scattered. The photos are on the floor too, but they haven't been destroyed. They've just been dismantled in Basil's confusion as he stands there facing the window, his back to the door.]
cw: disassociation
And what a dream it's been. Actually, he might have assumed that's all it was, if he wasn't startled by the state of his bedroom upon "waking". His polaroid camera- the one Nanami gave him, anyway, not his- sits on the bedside table, and all across the room are polaroid photos that have been hung up carefully on twine and little wooden pegs. It's exactly how he might have decorated his room when he was younger, though it's more likely the photos would have ended up in an album...which he's lacking at the moment.
It's not the fault of his previous self, who had been more than happy to take them. But seeing the polaroids, seeing all these images staring back at him of people and places he barely remembers...it's terrifying.
When Max enters Basil's room (she'll have to let herself in, he doesn't respond to any knocking), she'll find the Gargoyle standing in the epicenter of disarray. The photos have been torn down from the walls, string and the little pegs scattered. The photos are on the floor too, but they haven't been destroyed. They've just been dismantled in Basil's confusion as he stands there facing the window, his back to the door.]