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[So after waking up in a different bed, freaking out and then hiding in his room to freak out some more, Marcell has calmed down enough to actually leave the house and take a look where he is. He is starting from 838 Hastings Boulevard and going around the neighbourhood, apparently trying to map the town out in his own head. Except this is a lot

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[willbeurweapon]

[She's walking along herself and his slightly upset and confused expression clues her in that he's probably new or fresh from droning and either way, he probably needs a hand--

Especially since that was, in fact, her neighbor's bike he just knocked over]

Are you alright? New?

[willbeurweapon]

I'm glad...I don't want anyone to die.

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...It's scary.

[willbeurweapon]

I know...I'm sorry. [She reaches out and ruffles his hair, trying to smile again] You'll have friends, my friends would like you.

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[He flinches out of reflex, not very used to this sort of thing.]

...

[willbeurweapon]

I'm sorry, I um...I won't touch.

[isolationbox]

U-urm. Thank you.

[willbeurweapon]

I'm sorry if I scared you...

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It's okay.

[willbeurweapon]

If you're sure...

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It's, urm. Kind of normal for me. Not your fault.

[willbeurweapon]

[Shakes her head!] No, it shouldn't be normal for anyone. Not me, not you, not anyone.

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[asdfghjkl w-what is the big deal about thiiis]

I-I'm okay! R-really.