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[It had been a little over two days since he last slept and, since he had been putting some effort into trying to sleep semi-regularly, he managed to lay down and force himself to get some sleep after a couple of hours by three in the morning. A hell of a lot of good it did him, because at around 5:15, something just feels off, and he wakes right back up, more than a little groggy and exhausted, and checks around to see if anything seems off in the h
Gold's things are gone. All of them, gone, like they were never there in the first place, where- what's going on where is Gold where is he where where wherewherewhere-
It takes him a moment to cut himself short from full on panic and to actually think. Granted, his thought process is some mess of repetitive "where is Gold", "what is going on", "what should I do", "what can I do", and other frenzied, rushed together, incoherent racing thoughts that simply serve to give him a headache, he manages to make his way out of the house and handle this in the most reasonable, rational Silver solution.
And that is to search the entire god damned island while thoroughly exhausted for his Gold. This is a good idea, right? Of course. He lets Weavile to go use the Weavile Broadcast System™, which is a universal method of finding things for Silvers these days, and from there, he goes looking around for his Gold while half awake and physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted, because this is a perfectly sound and reasonable plan.
Which brings us to now. He has been searching for eleven hours now, and has settled on walking around and taking in as much as he can around him, which, granted, is on near nonexistent awareness, but he's stubbornly forcing himself to anyway. Care to approach him? You might manage to get some rushed poorly flowing sentences or, if you're lucky, incoherent nonsense out of him.]
[ooc: > 1k!Gold is on a little canon update
> He's exhausted and may not make any sense at all
> Not a flowers and sunshine post, tag and read at your own discretion
> ???
> PROFIT]
Gold's things are gone. All of them, gone, like they were never there in the first place, where- what's going on where is Gold where is he where where wherewherewhere-
It takes him a moment to cut himself short from full on panic and to actually think. Granted, his thought process is some mess of repetitive "where is Gold", "what is going on", "what should I do", "what can I do", and other frenzied, rushed together, incoherent racing thoughts that simply serve to give him a headache, he manages to make his way out of the house and handle this in the most reasonable, rational Silver solution.
And that is to search the entire god damned island while thoroughly exhausted for his Gold. This is a good idea, right? Of course. He lets Weavile to go use the Weavile Broadcast System™, which is a universal method of finding things for Silvers these days, and from there, he goes looking around for his Gold while half awake and physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted, because this is a perfectly sound and reasonable plan.
Which brings us to now. He has been searching for eleven hours now, and has settled on walking around and taking in as much as he can around him, which, granted, is on near nonexistent awareness, but he's stubbornly forcing himself to anyway. Care to approach him? You might manage to get some rushed poorly flowing sentences or, if you're lucky, incoherent nonsense out of him.]
[ooc: > 1k!Gold is on a little canon update
> He's exhausted and may not make any sense at all
> Not a flowers and sunshine post, tag and read at your own discretion
> ???
> PROFIT]