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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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. ]