[The feed flickers on and Dean curses under his breath when it does. Before he can shut it off, the clear image of the left side of his face is seen, his freckled skin splattered with blood, his pupil in his eye blown wide, and behind him is the shape of the back of a large wooden framework, where someone's arm can clearly be seen poking out from
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[ Worried magical girl over here. ] D... Dean-san..... ?
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[He gives her a quick, forced smile as he heads back home.] You okay, sweetheart?
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I'm the one who's supposed to be asking! You weren't yourself and neither was Sam-san!
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Of course I'll worry! I always worry about my friends, especially here!
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