[He's just washing something off in the sink. his nose is still pretty fucked up - he looks like he got hit in the face pretty good - and there's a gnarly patched over wound in his chest. but he's upright.]
We figure out you were gone early because of, you know, your phone. So when you didn't show up at the same time as the others... [WHEW.] Well, I'm just really glad you're still with us.
[He's just stretching his arms. I'm sorry, but. He is so terrible at checking his texts, so maybe he hasn't figured that one out yet. the strange read message.]
... Yes, I. Was left alone for a little while there. I made a different decision than the others.
I wasn't hopping anywhere particularly fast at that moment, no.
[he was, in fact, on his ass bleeding out. internally. inside blood, inside blood . . . ]
We, ah-- the feeling we had at the time was about how not to trust anyone but yourself. Kill the people who looked like our friends, possessed. But they-- how were we supposed to decide who was real or not? Yuel shoved that club through my chest and then she cried. Gu Yun sounded exactly like himself. Maybe I just didn't want to face it. But the others did. Douman and Gojou argued over who would get to slit Omi's throat, in the end. I suppose I sat there and bled.
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Sheila.
[he still sounds a bit wheezy too.]
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But, also—]
Wait. Should you be on your feet right now?
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Who's going to stop me? Rather be on my feet than sitting on my ass more.
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[Molly, please.]
Are you feeling okay? You're moving kind of weird.
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[He grins a bit, because. well. anyway!]
Side effect of the thing, I'm pretty sure. Feeling a bit, ah. Cold and such. It'll pass, I'm sure. Really just glad to be feeling anything at all.
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[A little quieter now, mood plummeting.]
We figure out you were gone early because of, you know, your phone. So when you didn't show up at the same time as the others... [WHEW.] Well, I'm just really glad you're still with us.
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[He's just stretching his arms. I'm sorry, but. He is so terrible at checking his texts, so maybe he hasn't figured that one out yet. the strange read message.]
... Yes, I. Was left alone for a little while there. I made a different decision than the others.
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[It can be a surprise for later, then. But she just. Frowns.]
... Oh, fuck. So the delay between you and the rest of the group... It wasn't just because you took a little longer to hop on the circle or whatever?
[Yikes? Yikes, yikes, yikes.]
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[he was, in fact, on his ass bleeding out. internally. inside blood, inside blood . . . ]
We, ah-- the feeling we had at the time was about how not to trust anyone but yourself. Kill the people who looked like our friends, possessed. But they-- how were we supposed to decide who was real or not? Yuel shoved that club through my chest and then she cried. Gu Yun sounded exactly like himself. Maybe I just didn't want to face it. But the others did. Douman and Gojou argued over who would get to slit Omi's throat, in the end. I suppose I sat there and bled.
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[Yikes? Yikes, yikes, yikes. She's momentarily rendered speechless, horrified.]
What the fuck?! Why does this crap keep getting worse?
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[he sounds light, but.
haha!
yeah.]
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