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[airplanecups]

[if anyone inside the mansion was particularly observant this fine afternoon, they might spot a peculiarly large teen scrambling his gangly way to room 333. blood stains spot one side of his shirt, pooling around his collar and sleeve, and every few steps he stops to throw a hasty glance over his shoulder

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[yourshowface]

[the door opens quickly, and a smug grin crosses Jesse's face as he sees exactly who is visiting him this afternoon.]

Did you get lost or something amidst the chaos? I would have expected more given all your brava-

[yourshowface]

. . .

[airplanecups]

...

[yourshowface]

You should- probably sit down. Do you want anything to drink?

[makes an attempt at putting a hand on Finn's arm, so he can steer him towards a chair.]

[airplanecups]

[twitches, but otherwise doesn't react, allowing himself to be steered.]

Dr. Pepper.

[yourshowface]

Yeah, sure. The closets started working properly not too long ago, thankfully.

[steps over to the closet, conversing with it briefly, and then returns with a can of Dr. Pepper and hands it over.]

[airplanecups]

[takes, resting the can on his knee.]

Thanks.

[yourshowface]

[sits down on the floor near the chair, glancing off to the side.]

Sure.

[airplanecups]

[twists the can in his hands.]

[yourshowface]

How are you . . . ?

[trails off, letting the question sort of drift away, as though he realizes how dumb it is.]

[airplanecups]

I died.

[yourshowface]

. . .

[airplanecups]

[...opens can.]

[yourshowface]

Kurt actually-?

[airplanecups]

Had an all-you-can-eat on my neck? Yeah. He did.

[yourshowface]

Shit . . .