[ He shakes his head. Swallows back you don't believe me. Of course she doesn't: she doesn't believe any of this. ] Don't be a fucking moron. [ He says, harsh. Feeling the words in his chest.
He retains the wit, at least, not to just tell her to run. ] Go back to base. They need you there.
[ Without realizing he makes a frustrated noise. He can't fairly argue that she ought to listen, pay attention to what he's seen—not when he doesn't know where it came from, when it could be something in his head turning reality like a kaleidoscope. It sure as hell sounds crazy out loud. ]
Alright. [ Said in the same tone as: fuck. ] But you start seeing crabs, you head the other way.
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Date: 2023-10-08 04:51 pm (UTC)He retains the wit, at least, not to just tell her to run. ] Go back to base. They need you there.
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Date: 2023-10-08 04:55 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2023-10-09 12:40 am (UTC)Alright. [ Said in the same tone as: fuck. ] But you start seeing crabs, you head the other way.
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Date: 2023-10-09 12:46 am (UTC)[Not actually; she's moving about the same regardless. And after a moment--]
I'm not ditching you.
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Date: 2023-10-09 01:35 am (UTC)no subject
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