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*Demolishor looks like he's been through the wringer a few times. He's completely emotionally exhausted at this point. There's some sort of goopy-liquidy substance caked onto his chest and arms, as if he's done a very bad job of cleaning it off*
Snowcat's stable enough, if anyone here cares. Not that anyone does, but I'm just putting it out there. *he idly rubs at his hands with a shammy, but it doesn't seem to be doing much good* What's something you've done that you thought was the last thing in the world you'd ever wind up doing? And why do people wind up cooing over tiny little parasites when there's a guy with a gaping chest wound over in the corner that no one seems to be paying attention to?
People suck. They really do.
Snowcat's stable enough, if anyone here cares. Not that anyone does, but I'm just putting it out there. *he idly rubs at his hands with a shammy, but it doesn't seem to be doing much good* What's something you've done that you thought was the last thing in the world you'd ever wind up doing? And why do people wind up cooing over tiny little parasites when there's a guy with a gaping chest wound over in the corner that no one seems to be paying attention to?
People suck. They really do.