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[bitingcynicism]

[Tonight, emerging from deep in the cornfields, there is a young man. A young man who has been liberally splashed in zombie blood and other ichor and whose eyes glow a flickering red. At his side, is a smoking gun, which he's proceeding to reload, even as his eyes scan the rows of corn for more targets. He also looks completely exhausted to the

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[lipstickittoyou]

*walking over to :|*

[bitingcynicism]

[Clearly staggering in his movements but looks up when he sees her and straightens.]

Stay there, Ebi. It's fine.

[lipstickittoyou]

*snorts and walks the rest of the way, tugging a tissue out of her bag and wiping the blood and other uck off his face*

[bitingcynicism]

[Jerks away, some red still flashing in his eyes.]

I said it's fine. I just needed something...

[lipstickittoyou]

You look exhausted. You need to rest...You're going to rest.

[bitingcynicism]

[Keeps distance.]

Later. It's still not enough...

[lipstickittoyou]

...did something happen to your tablets?

[bitingcynicism]

[Warningly.]

Ebi.

[lipstickittoyou]

Zero, I will drag your ass back to the cabin unless you can explain what's going on.

[bitingcynicism]

[Squeezes gun at his side, breathing quickly as he turns his head.]

... The tablets are fine. I just need to hunt more.

[lipstickittoyou]

*Pushes his bangs back :(*

[bitingcynicism]

[They probably are also icky. Keeps turned away, closing his eyes just long enough to partially loose his balance.]

[lipstickittoyou]

*puts a hand on his shoulder to help him balance*

What do we need to do to get your strength back?

[bitingcynicism]

[Shakes head wearily.]

It's nothing like that. I'm just tired. It'll go away in the morning.

[lipstickittoyou]

Then let's go get you some rest. I'll carry you there if I have to, come on.

[bitingcynicism]

[Leans against, despite his best efforts to steady himself but does manage to at least keep his head turned.]

... I'll find a better spot next time, one people are less likely to wander into.