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[hot_mess_express]

Who: Heroes
When: Day 36 night
Where: Back outside the train

[Well. You’re all in some kind of. State. A rather chagrined voice mutters on the wind;]

That isn’t quite how I envisioned it going…

[At any rate! There are new stars in the sky in ginger goldenrod, thyme apple and senna terracotta.

Well how are you all doing?]

Comments

[fuckyew]

Moving sounds terrible.

[desirestruth]

Well, no help for it, then. Yell at me later.

[>Attempt to princess-carry the idiot.]

1/2

[fuckyew]

[fuckyew]

[not like he has the energy to fight back but also:]

What the hell?!

[desirestruth]

You don't want to move, I don't want to leave you here on the ground until you fade away or bite someone. Got any better ideas?

[DOOT DOOT HAULING HIM OFF TO THE DINING CAR. She does it like it's effortless

because it is.]

[fuckyew]

Do I look like the type of guy to have ideas?

[Good thing he is light and honestly, are you even carrying anything right now]

[desirestruth]

[You alarm her deeply but she's in crisis-solving mode.

Anyway, setting him down at a table and then going and getting the rawest steak she can find. It's even still got some...juice, to it.]

Now, before I hear you complain it's gross--I am aware, but is now the time to be squeamish?

[fuckyew]

Food is food. I ain't got it in me to complain about that. Thanks.

[he's just gonna eat it, and at a pretty fast rate, well as fast as anyone who is low on energy can go.]

[desirestruth]

[SHe'll watch him for a second, to see if it's helping, and then brings him a second one.]

Eat that one a little bit slower. I don't know if you can get sick from eating too fast, but it won't be fun to find out.

[fuckyew]

Dunno if I can do that.

[desirestruth]

Eat slower or get sick?

[fuckyew]

Both.

[Just gonna go eat steak number two thx]

[desirestruth]

...That'd be convenient.

[She'll get the third one and a glass of...red juice? Red juice.

Look, she's sure he can tell. If it helps, it helps, if he doesn't drink it, she will.]

[fuckyew]

[He seems ravenous, as if nothing can stop him from eating, but the glass in front of him seems to make him completely freeze. There is definitely a greater hunger in his eyes when he sees it.

With a shaky hand, he begins reaching for the glass, but before he gets close enough to grqab it, he clenches his fist closed tight and bangs his forehead on the table with a loud groan.]

[desirestruth]

...[Ah.

She is quiet for a long while, and doesn't move, but--]

I should be clear...it is donated freely. No one has died to provide it. If those are your objections, you need not worry about them.

[fuckyew]

If I start, I don't think I'll be able to control it.

[desirestruth]

Ah. If it's like that, I can stop you. I'm probably more qualified to do so than anyone else here.

[fuckyew]

Ah. A bear.

[desirestruth]

...I've beaten bears.

[fuckyew]

That counts as abuse, you know.

[desirestruth]

Nah, they wanted to wrestle. They're all fine, and so will you be.

You're stalling.

[fuckyew]

...I don't want it.

[desirestruth]

I know.

But you're going to die if you don't, aren't you?

[fuckyew]

[face-in-table]

I'll die without a master. That's gonna get fixed eventually.