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[shockinglycool]

[ Someone has never had one of his loved ones die in front of him before. Or, hell, while he's in Discedo. Weird luck this kid has, but it leaves him hit harder now that he has. The video swings with his arm as he holds the communicator in one hand; he's walking fast and the feed shows Marshall's hallways. Pause. ]

...How'd I get here?

[ He

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[dreamermoa]

[uh oh.]

Sorata?

[shockinglycool]

[ Pause. He sounds out of it. ] We do have coats and stuff, right? I can go look for some... How are you feeling? Your bug better?

[dreamermoa]

[poor big brotherrr. D: Moa has worry.]

Don't....we...have everything we need. Just...come home, okay?

[shockinglycool]

[ Not that he's externalizing. ]

... Gotta go to work, first! Bar, too, after lunch is done.

[dreamermoa]

[f-ffff she doesn't know what to do.]

I'm sorry, Sorata.

[shockinglycool]

...

There's nothing... [ Can't quite finish that sentence, so he just cuts off awkwardly. ]

hi

[dreamermoa]

[;;]

I'll...come over to the kitchen, then. Okay?