[He looks sickly, addressing the network, his skin clammy and his eyes sunken in. He looks pained as well, his mouth thin, brows creased.]
I... I need to go back. [He shudders, not because he's wet. (She's so angry, pulling so hard, like his chest is about to ripped apart, shredded by an angry beast of rust and barbs.)] I can't... be here.
[His eyes close, like he's trying to be more articulate, summon up the words, but instead he just gasps in pain, dropping the device as he himself clatters to the ground, clutching his chest.]
It's not my fault. I didn't do this...
[ooc; had to get it out of the way, his witch-bride is tres mad. Action welcome.]
I... I need to go back. [He shudders, not because he's wet. (She's so angry, pulling so hard, like his chest is about to ripped apart, shredded by an angry beast of rust and barbs.)] I can't... be here.
[His eyes close, like he's trying to be more articulate, summon up the words, but instead he just gasps in pain, dropping the device as he himself clatters to the ground, clutching his chest.]
It's not my fault. I didn't do this...
[ooc; had to get it out of the way, his witch-bride is tres mad. Action welcome.]
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