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[AUDIO | Sand City]

Fuck. Look, wha--

[A crack and roll of thunder drowns him out, the pattering of rain on sand turning into a persistent hammering as the wind changes, slightly. And over that, Frankie shouting unintelligibly against the storm.

Closer, now, an ugly, wet squish, and then Frankie again, breathing hard.]

Rain's not safe. Know we need the water, but... [A pause, and another squish, accompanied by a gritty crunching.] Fuck, these things...

[Maybe he meant to be more specific, but clearly squashing slugs is more important. The device cuts out.]

[ooc; backdated to earlier today (real time,) during the rain of slugs in Sand.]

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[SOAKED TO THE SKIN]

I fucking hate slugs!

Fuck, it fucking figures!

[He is smashing every single one he can, grinding them into paste on the wet sand.]

Can't tell-- are they falling or coming up from under?

I will shoot the motherfuckers out of the fucking sky-

[But no, she squishes them]

Under, I think!

Shit.

[That's not in response to anything, he's just a little on edge. And busy smashing things.]

Gotta be the same ones. [SQUISH.] Fuckers.

I'm getting you a fucking pair of earmuffs-

[Squish]

Not sleeping til every fucking one is dead.

[He means it, too. No way in hell is he going to relive this particular misery.]

Of course you're sleeping. I'll watch your head while you do.

If the rain keeps up, have to go back to the shelter.

You should go through.

[He pauses in his stomping to look at her.]

You coming with?

...with you?

[She looks at him. It is raining. It's like a romcom]

Yeah, with you.

Not leaving if you don't.

[A romcom full of mind-control slugs and inhospitable desert. He'd try to crack a smile but he's preoccupied watching the sand for more squirming threats.]

[She takes his hand]

Yeah, I'll go.

[Because making Frankie face something he's terrified of is a good reason for her to leave]

[Now he does spare the time to flash her half a smile, taut and crooked.]

Good.

Do you want me to take you there now?

I wanna smash as many of these fucks as I can.

[It's partly personal, but mostly, he doesn't want anyone getting infected. He sure as fuck doesn't want anyone bringing one through to the other City.]