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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?]

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[....he can be a quiet mother fucker, special ops skills.]

[Can he just sneak up and]

[Take it and bolt?]

[ no.

well, he can try and get pretty close, but it's like -- he can sense him. feel him just inches before he can snatch his heart.

and in the first place coming up from behind him, where he can't see or ascertain the level of the threat, was possibly a bad idea.

when he feels dusk come up from behind him he spins around with his arm primed to slam his elbow into the face of whoever the hell is trying to attack him ]

[Curse your Saint Seiya Ways.]

[At least his arm was raised, ready to grab at the heart, so he can snap up his arm to take the brunt of the blow.]

[That is a very solid arm.]

[But he isn't engaging, even if he's got a shiny new bruise.]

Hand. It. Over.

Before you do something stupid.

[ he's already gained a foot or so distance between them before dusk's words even process.

... ha. ]

Who do you think you are, my mother?

Yeah, sure, that works right now.

Give it, Midnight. We'll be fixed soon enough.

... [ tersely, ] Just stop.

No.

Just stop! [ snaps, louder than he's ever spoken, ]

I don't need it. I don't want it. It's none of your business, and the more you talk to me like that-- like I'm a child, the more I want to- [ what. fight him? throw up? he feels sick. ]

You're trying to throw away your heart in some kind of fit. I'll talk to you with more respect when you're not throwing a tantrum. [Maybe.]

Now hand it over or I'm going to make you hand it over.

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