✿二十六
[The morning after his and Charles' deaths, Hong Kong awakens in the master bedroom of 767 Bunker Street. The room is still in the same ripped apart state that the hazmats left it in and his hands tense around the torn and shredded duvet as he looks around.
After a while, he reaches out to pick up the phone on the bedside table to make a call, but finds himself remaining silent.]
...........
[Only those who know him well enough would probably recognise one of his exasperated sighs as he changes his mind and hangs up again.
He doesn't really feel like talking just yet and silently buries his head in his hands in deep thought.]
[ooc: to avoid time paradox-ish type confusion, HK will be reviving before Charles, who will then come back during the course of this post and go on to make a phone call of his own.]
After a while, he reaches out to pick up the phone on the bedside table to make a call, but finds himself remaining silent.]
...........
[Only those who know him well enough would probably recognise one of his exasperated sighs as he changes his mind and hangs up again.
He doesn't really feel like talking just yet and silently buries his head in his hands in deep thought.]
[ooc: to avoid time paradox-ish type confusion, HK will be reviving before Charles, who will then come back during the course of this post and go on to make a phone call of his own.]