☆ sixth | voice

[outwalks]

There's. . .

[ Little puffs, ragged and out of breath. ]

There's a body-just past the barracks. . . off the path towards the mountains. He's dead, but I'd. . . appreciate if someone could take him into town.

To everyone who's suffered a loss, I'm so sorry.

[ A small pause. ]

Link. . . ?

[ ooc | Forward-dated a number of hours after the fight

Comments

[Voice]

[outwalks]

Ah-more or less.

[Voice]

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Ah, well. . . there is one thing, since you've stayed at the clinic before.

[Voice]

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. . . I don't suppose you remember when they usually have meals.

[Voice]

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If it isn't too much trouble.

[Voice]

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Anything's fine! Even salt would do. I could stand to sleep without a pillow.

[Voice]

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Well, if you didn't have anything else! But thank you.

[ In the meantime he'll just be over here, idly continuing to harbour thoughts about eating his pillow. ]

[Action]

[outwalks]

[ Allen's not hard to find-the door to his room's open, and he's sitting up in a cot, absently pulling on Timcampi. Some people use stress balls. . . ]

[Action]

[outwalks]

Naoki! Hello.

[ He lets go of Tim. The smile flashes automatic and bright, and this is some totally subtle sizing up for injuries. It's been a rough week, after all. ]