♘ The Seventeenth Move.

[eightpacts]

[noises of Emil attempting to move]

Hmm. These are called...rubber bands?

[sigh] This really isn't their purpose, right?

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dictated;

[chosenfake]

I think I ate one...

Dictated Forever;

[eightpacts]

Ar-are you okay?!

[chosenfake]

I think so... but... arrgh! It was in my breakfast! I didn't even notice until it was too late. I HATE this place.

[eightpacts]

[a chuckle] At least I'm not telling the truth anymore.

I'm just stuck in... [he looks down, seeing nothing past his waist] ...I'm just stuck in rubber bands now.