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Duo'd been in worse places in his life- mentally- but those were the times that had turned into the scars that were aching him now. A poor trade off. He'd shot a tree, a little earlier. He'd sat down to take a load off, rested his eyes, and awoken with his gun in his hand a hole in the tree across from him. It was troubling, by a conservative estimate.
The water bottles were mostly empty, so it wasn't as heavy as it had been to carry around, the net contraption. All the same, he was exhausted. But he couldn't sleep. He knew he couldn't, because if he did, it would be horrible, and he didn't want to have some sort of damn panic attack around Ozzer. She didn't need.
Neither did Duo.
He came upon a hut, eying it passively as he approached, then slowed, stopped, and yelled, "Anyone awake? Yo!" He walked to it, hesitated only a moment to listen for signs of life, then entered.
Two. Damn.
He knelt, quickly, and looked with what traces of worry is emotionally spent body could manage over the man's body.
"Sorry, pal, you next." He knelt by the woman, slid his palm under the back of her skull to lift her head a little, and poured water carefully into her mouth. He was getting good at this. He glanced at the man, then looked back to what he was doing.
"If you wanted to wake up and gimme a hand, that'd be swell. Not like this place isn't full of fucking ghosts this weekend anyway, 'r feels like it. That was sort of tangential, nevermind. How about 'please'?" He asked, and glanced between them again, before frowning a little at the unconscious woman's face. He tipped the bottle to her mouth again.
"Please wake up," he muttered.
[OOC: Locked for plot, plzthnx!]
The water bottles were mostly empty, so it wasn't as heavy as it had been to carry around, the net contraption. All the same, he was exhausted. But he couldn't sleep. He knew he couldn't, because if he did, it would be horrible, and he didn't want to have some sort of damn panic attack around Ozzer. She didn't need.
Neither did Duo.
He came upon a hut, eying it passively as he approached, then slowed, stopped, and yelled, "Anyone awake? Yo!" He walked to it, hesitated only a moment to listen for signs of life, then entered.
Two. Damn.
He knelt, quickly, and looked with what traces of worry is emotionally spent body could manage over the man's body.
"Sorry, pal, you next." He knelt by the woman, slid his palm under the back of her skull to lift her head a little, and poured water carefully into her mouth. He was getting good at this. He glanced at the man, then looked back to what he was doing.
"If you wanted to wake up and gimme a hand, that'd be swell. Not like this place isn't full of fucking ghosts this weekend anyway, 'r feels like it. That was sort of tangential, nevermind. How about 'please'?" He asked, and glanced between them again, before frowning a little at the unconscious woman's face. He tipped the bottle to her mouth again.
"Please wake up," he muttered.
[OOC: Locked for plot, plzthnx!]