anyway we can be at the Soundstage. He's got music on, I tried to find something inventive but i'm tired so fucking Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin it is. He's smoking, red in the eyes. But numbed. Looks like he got his fits out in private.]
Christ on a bike. Is it wrong to say I had a feeling about this one?
And honestly at this point, absolutely. The tail is welcome, though he does check it for patchiness. Have you been picking at yourself again JQ?]
Yeah. Or save someone else. People might still gun for the apples after all. [Or just get taken by an itch all of a sudden. Fucking hell.] I guess maybe I was dreading it. Something about the way Yves kept throwing himself at everyone and everything. Like he was putting a bullseye on the back of his head.
[ no!! he's okay for now... his fur is nice and brushed.
a slow sigh. ]
You can only bleed out so much love before it kills you. [ maybe that's a little rough to say, but he's so very, very tired. ] I never knew what to do with it.
His affection? [Richie looks up to him, smoke dangling from his lips. Better to use his hand to drape atop the tail. Stroke it a little, if that's not too out of bounds.]
Well fuck, who did? That boy was a hailstorm of feeling. You couldn't dodge one word without getting belted by another. And yet he never saved one for himself.
[okay good cool cool cool microaggression dodged.]
Kinda like a healer looking after everyone but themselves, huh? [Sorry, but pot, kettle. Yves had a different brand of care, but JQ had more in common with him than either might think.] I think it was tiring. People break down eventually, no matter how exceptional. And he was.
I just hope...god, I hope they weren't brutal with it. I know that's foolish to hope for, so many of these cases have been goddamn horror shows, but it would sting something fierce anyway.
[ maturely makes a face at him. nyeh. his ear flicks, too. but he doesn't... argue it... maybe it's just that he knows what it's like to stretch yourself thin. ]
... I hope they weren't brutal, either. I don't want any of you to see his body ripped into. [ a sigh. ] I worry, Richie. I worry for the chaos of tomorrow.
Three bodies. Potentially three killers, and only one vote. [ he rubs his eyes with his thumb and pointer finger, like he has a headache. ] I don't...
[ he's just really tired of watching people die right in front of him. ]
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anyway we can be at the Soundstage. He's got music on, I tried to find something inventive but i'm tired so fucking Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin it is. He's smoking, red in the eyes. But numbed. Looks like he got his fits out in private.]
Christ on a bike. Is it wrong to say I had a feeling about this one?
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that's fine, jiaoqiu comes over to sit down next to him. settles his tail around him. are you used to furries yet, richie. ]
... No, it isn't. I'm not entirely surprised - I wouldn't be surprised to find out someone did this to "save" them.
[ he refuses to think of it as actual saving, killing people is not saving them!!! even if it is necessary!!! ]
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And honestly at this point, absolutely. The tail is welcome, though he does check it for patchiness. Have you been picking at yourself again JQ?]
Yeah. Or save someone else. People might still gun for the apples after all. [Or just get taken by an itch all of a sudden. Fucking hell.] I guess maybe I was dreading it. Something about the way Yves kept throwing himself at everyone and everything. Like he was putting a bullseye on the back of his head.
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a slow sigh. ]
You can only bleed out so much love before it kills you. [ maybe that's a little rough to say, but he's so very, very tired. ] I never knew what to do with it.
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Well fuck, who did? That boy was a hailstorm of feeling. You couldn't dodge one word without getting belted by another. And yet he never saved one for himself.
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[ he's allowed to pet! jiaoqiu doesn't seem to mind. he put it there for a reason. ]
I wasn't as close to him as many of our number were, but... I feel like it must be tiring to live like that.
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Kinda like a healer looking after everyone but themselves, huh? [Sorry, but pot, kettle. Yves had a different brand of care, but JQ had more in common with him than either might think.] I think it was tiring. People break down eventually, no matter how exceptional. And he was.
I just hope...god, I hope they weren't brutal with it. I know that's foolish to hope for, so many of these cases have been goddamn horror shows, but it would sting something fierce anyway.
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... I hope they weren't brutal, either. I don't want any of you to see his body ripped into. [ a sigh. ] I worry, Richie. I worry for the chaos of tomorrow.
Three bodies. Potentially three killers, and only one vote. [ he rubs his eyes with his thumb and pointer finger, like he has a headache. ] I don't...
[ he's just really tired of watching people die right in front of him. ]