[ Meanwhile, in House 6-- Clarity has slammed into Usopp like a second encounter with a four-ton bat. That lovely little
number that's been following him around on and off has finally dwindled to a close, and right now he sounds distinctly torn between being disgusted, horrified and nauseous. After quite a few inarticulate noises expressing such conflict, he manages: ]
...shit.
{ -stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, what the hell was I even- }
[ooc: off to work right now, tagging when I'm back]