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[recordsfire]

[For anyone wandering in this hallway, be prepared to get wet for the sprinklers are on at the moment. Smoke is coming out from a room, and a familiar redhead is staggering out of it, propping his arm against the wall to steady himself before leaning against the wall, breathing heavily

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[traitor_song]

[Neah doesn't seem to mind the sprinklers, he's fine getting wet. He's also fine with that blood, he's always liked seeing it. But that can wait, it's poor form to ogle someone's bleeding wrists before they catch their breath.]

Are you alright? [He doesn't really care, but it seems polite to ask.] Here, let me help.

[recordsfire]

[Stiffens at the voice, glancing over at him]

...No thanks, I'm good.

[traitor_song]

You could have fooled me.

[He smiles sweetly, looking ever so concerned.]

[recordsfire]

[Frowns]

Is there anything I could help you with? [Because really, he doesn't like you. Or any other version of Fourteenth.]

[traitor_song]

Why such a face? I'm just a concerned stranger, offering assistance in your time of need. [Hey, it's mean to judge! ...And smart. Very smart. Neah's hardly safe.]

[recordsfire]

Gonna have ta forgive me then. 'm not the type o' person who trusts strangers too easily.

[traitor_song]

I'm not the forgiving type, but I suppose I might be able to make an exception for you. If you let me help, of course. You're not in the best of shape.

[recordsfire]

Seeing the condition 'm in, I can't really refuse, can I?

[traitor_song]

Exactly. It's in your best interest to cooperate anyway.

[recordsfire]

Heh. And if I don't?