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[fuckyou_chorus]

[ You might notice more and more people getting oddly touchy with each other, along with their strange red welts and cuts on their wrists, fingers, necks, arms... they might scratch them occasionally. Except when in the presence of a special person, of course.

Today, however, Marcy is... knitting? So many red tentacle-warmers. Aww. ]

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[skinofalizard]

[currently sitting in the mess hall, staring at an uneaten apple. pretty obvious cuts on his wrists, shoulder, and fingers on his right hand.

he's pretty antsy, for a lizard]

[copyrightabuser]

[Ahh, good! He had thought to check the mess hall again since people tend to find their way there eventually. He couldn't really explain the anxiety he'd been feeling since they last spoke, but it seems to melt away once he spots Victor there. Quickly, he heads over to his table]

Ah, is it all right if I sit here?

[skinofalizard]

[oh thank god]

Yeah. Of course.

[copyrightabuser]

Thank you very much!

[he sits, then!]

[skinofalizard]

No problem. How are you?

[copyrightabuser]

Um, I'm all right now.

[He notices the apple on the table]

Are you not eating?

[skinofalizard]

I wasn't really as hungry as I thought I was I guess.

[copyrightabuser]

But have you eaten recently? If you haven't, it's probably best to try a little anyway.

[skinofalizard]

Yeah, you're right. Do you want anything? I know there's only the soup here, but I can go find something, if you want.

[copyrightabuser]

Oh, no, I'm all right! I only came here because- ah, well...

[skinofalizard]

Is something wrong?

[copyrightabuser]

Eh? Ah, no... There isn't anything in particular. It was just a... feeling, I suppose.

[skinofalizard]

It's gone now, though?

[copyrightabuser]

Yeah... It must have been my imagination.

[skinofalizard]

[relief]

That's good.

[copyrightabuser]

Sorry, if I made you worry. I guess I have a tendency to overthink things.