[ imagine the disconnect of seeing two dead people i had very good cr with and then getting a notif that there is a corndog in my pocket. absolutely wild.
he rubs at his face a bit with his free hand. ]
Yes, I... assume this is some sort of hint. Or I hope it is.
[ So like he could kind of make a 'huh' type sound but then he tries to say anything else and his voice is like. Hanging on by a thread. He's hoarse as shit. He's practically just speaking air. He has to try a few times and then forcefully try clearing his throat to get a sound out. ]
[ there's gonna be so much fire at the garden and jiaoqiu is going to cook the culprit in a hot pot.
he can at least see marcoh nod today, though like. yesterday, probably not. it gets worse with stress. ]
Alright. [ and he'll very slowly stand up, gripping tightly at the counter. he has twenty four stab wounds in his legs, it's rough. but he's determined. ] ... Are you bruised anywhere extra, today? Your arm, perhaps?
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[ We're very depressed but... uh... what...... why did you get Anisphia'd......... ]
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he rubs at his face a bit with his free hand. ]
Yes, I... assume this is some sort of hint. Or I hope it is.
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...Just you...?
[ NOBODY ELSE HAD CORN DOG? ]
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it. really gets jiaoqiu real bad when he tries to talk, he winces. a beat, as he grapples with the guilt of it, his tail dropping behind him. ]
Just me, so far. [ ... ] Try not to talk too much if it hurts.
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He's fine. ]
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... I am sorry. [ he says, glancing up at marcoh. ] The last thing I wanted was to hurt any of you.
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Other than your injuries - how are you doing?
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Perhaps Jiaoqiu can smell a bit of blood on him, and bandages on his hand seem re-wrapped. ]
Better, now. I think.
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a sigh. ]
Please make sure you keep your injuries clean. [ he's not going to stop him from punching the sadness out, but. ]
Perhaps I should have asked for a gym instead of a garden.
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[ the olive garden to be precise ]
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It was a good addition tbh. ]
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Can I make you a cup of tea? I have some herbs from home that should speed up the healing process.
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He nods. Then is like, reminded his sight is limited, though Marcoh doesn't know to what level. ]
Sure.
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he can at least see marcoh nod today, though like. yesterday, probably not. it gets worse with stress. ]
Alright. [ and he'll very slowly stand up, gripping tightly at the counter. he has twenty four stab wounds in his legs, it's rough. but he's determined. ] ... Are you bruised anywhere extra, today? Your arm, perhaps?
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Just dealing with things.
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[ he'll probably want to check his hands anyway but. ]
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[ Still got his hand on Jiaoqiu's upper back but now looking him over... ignores the corn dog. ]
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I'm alright. [ he doesn't seem any more injured than he was. ] But Taair and Basilio both woke up with a bruise on their arms.
Anders, and from what I hear, Daigo and Majima, were similarly injured.
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Where?
[ Were those other three? ]
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Hints for where to search tomorrow, I suppose.
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... I wonder if it was someone in our group among the garden, finding a door to step through.
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Why bruise on arm for everyone?
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