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jst--
[A button is pushed, audio is switched on. His voice is cracked, weak. But giddy, happy, abso-fucking-lutely insane]
Squalo--I--I might need--just
C'mere, okay. Get over here. It's--
[There's the sound of palms scraping against the ground, before a thump, as his body collapses against the ground, and he lets out a high-pitched giggle. The recording clicks off]
[[ooc: an aftermath of
this thread. ....tl;dr, Bel just, uh. Fell off of a building. >__> ]]