saturations | week 5 cyoa

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[he startles, glancing up at emet.]

Huh? Oh. I'm... I'm okay. [yeah?]

[...sets a hand on his head, ruffling his hair slightly, before he pulls it away.]

You are certain?

[a beat.]

Uh huh. Totally good. Are you? Did you rest enough?

[he just gets A Look.]

I have, yes, I will most certainly manage.

[don't you Look him]

I'm gonna be mad if you didn't.

That makes two of us.

[he says, mildly, you fuckin sunrise.]

Don't worry about me. [looking... out into the city again]

...you know that I shall, regardless.

[he looks out into it too. is there something out here.]

[there's nothing there, but bass is very quiet.

after a moment he reaches to hold onto emet's wrist.]

[he lets him.

a little tendril of some of the shadow that shifts along his form, here and there, reaches out to wrap around his arm in turn.]