[Clubs Deuce ♣ Accidental Video ♣ 005 (Backdated to Early Tuesday Morning)]

[deuceofclubs]

[OOC: Specifically it's backdated to a few hours after Jack Noir exploded.]

[Deuce is sitting in the middle of suite 34, surrounded by lots and lots of papers, all of them with black scotty dogs crudely drawn onto them for some reason. A few of them look a little warped by water, as though he had been crying on them

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[crystalanthemum]

[She stares silently at the screen for a moment, not even sure what to say. He just looks so sad, but on the other hand, she can't bring herself to apologize, to offer any sort of sympathy at all, not when her own nightmare's temporary end is what's causing him grief.]

...A-are you okay...?

[deuceofclubs]

Um, I -

[He pauses for a long moment, looking away from the faciliberry.]

...No.

[crystalanthemum]

...[She just watches him awkwardly, not even sure what to say at all]

[deuceofclubs]

[Deuce continues to half-halfheartedly color in the rest of what he'd been drawing.]

Explosions... aren't supposed to be sad.

[Text]

[termcapricious]

Oh ShIt DeUcE
tHaT's A gOoD fUcKiNg DoG

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[deuceofclubs]

Thanks.

He, um. I mean... [He lets his sentence trail off and die.]

[Text]

[termcapricious]

FuCkInG wAnT mE tO cOmE oVeR sO wE cAn GeT sOmE cOlOrInG dOnE

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[deuceofclubs]

[He stares down at the sheets for a while, before nodding.]

Okay.

[bloodsuckingcat]

If you're sad about the people dying, they'll come back.

[deuceofclubs]

...Really?!

[bloodsuckingcat]

Yeah. They'll be back in a few days, probably.

[deuceofclubs]

[Deuce can barely even respond to that properly, this news has made him far too happy.]

He's not - I get to - [He makes an excited sort of squeaking noise.]