[Closed Commentlog] [Backdated to last night right around 8 PM]

[gneeisnotanoise]

[It's Halloween. It's Halloween and Hanna needs a costume, good GOD. So, of course, he nearly detached his partner's arm yanking him down the hall to go to deck twelve to try and compile something. After a good half hour of searching and bouncing ideas off his dead pal, finally he decides that he's going to be a vampire to honor Conrad-- shut up,

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[bossfedora]

[His partner is currently remembering how to breathe, though. It's not uncomfortable or anything, just...strange.

He looks up when Hanna shouts and purses his lips.]

I'm glad to hear it.

[gneeisnotanoise]

[Hanna immediately drops the suitcase, very nearly crushing a checker-clad foot.

He's staring, jaw agape.

His glasses slide down his nose a bit.]

.......did you just inhale?!

[bossfedora]

Seems like. [And he does it again, JUST TO BE MAVERICK.

...okay, he does it because he needs air to live, but it's extremely obvious that he's not dead anymore. Pink skin, eyes brown instead of red and not sunken in, stitches gone. He's in his same clothes -orange shirt, pants, gloves- but he's missing the little tufts of white hair along his temples and appears extremely...well, healthy.

Sounds as deadpan as ever though.]

[gneeisnotanoise]

[And now begins the giggling.

Hanna is fucking ECSTATIC.]

How'd-- wait, you're ALIVE! HE'S ALIIIIIIIVE! [He screams this, for all intents and purposes, sounding like he's fresh out of a horror movie, hands in the air, head thrown back. He completes it with maniacal laughter that just dissolves back into genuine giggling.]

Oh my god. HOLD ON.

[He grabs his partner's arm with no regard for his personal space, wrenches the sleeve up and--]

NO STITCHES! Oh my god!