All the way, on the way, I couldn't contain my fear

[electronic_mail]

*After making sure that Macabre really was okay, Mencia returns to his room and closes the door, sagging lightly against it.  His clothes were ripped, dirty, and there were several prominent bloodstains, although there were no cuts.  Almost immediately, he moves to light a cigarette.*

Oh.  Oh, damn.

Nearly?  You here?

[[ooc: Just after the horror

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Nearly is in the bathroom when Mencia returns, but his tone of voice startles her enough that she gets out the shower, wraps a white towel around herself, and peeks out, evidently worried.

"Mencia? What happened?"

[electronic_mail]

*He laughs haggardly, shaking his head.*

Really fucked up room.

Deja' fuckin' vu, right?

[partialsmile]

She double-checks her towel and opens the door to look at him, obviously concerned. She does wobble slightly (the crutch is back in the bathroom), but presses a hand against the doorway to right herself.

"Déjà vu?"

[electronic_mail]

Yeah, yeah.

*A small sigh as he stumbled towards his bed.*

I come home hurt, you get all worried, et cetera. *And then there's a pause, as he glances up and realizes that she's only in a towel.*

...woah.