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Takeshi may be too busy fighting giant monsters or watching Power Rangers. Please leave a message after the beep, okay? Cool.

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[throwsdown]

[He hesitates to reply, one hand curled on his stomach.]

... Th-there's no blood and fuzzy white bubbles th-this time. Jus' hurts... Wanna throwed up.

[But throwing up sucks. He'd rather fucking not, thanks.]

[handelaar]

[Button-punching is a go. Time to. Fret on a lift while feeling useless and smoking his cigarette, apparently.]

Sick, huh. Like after the jumps.

[Except a lot worse, from the looks of things. He frowns at Takeshi, looks at his cigarette, sighs, then pinches it out with a twist of his fingers.]

[throwsdown]

[Wouldn't expect any other kind of fretting.

Takeshi nods, though, the motion jarring despite it's shortness.]

It's b-bad though. I don't like it. S'hard to walk, I keep feeling... funny...

Not good funny, though. B——Bad funny.

[handelaar]

Don't walk.

[Immediate, first thing he says.]

I'll be there soon. You gotta stay there right now though, okay.

[throwsdown]

I won't. Promise.

[He'll stay put.]

M'sorry. M'sorry I got stuck in the rooms...

[handelaar]

Ah - [constipated face is a go; he wants to say it's alright, but he doesn't know] - what, um. Happened.

[throwsdown]

I - I was walking, and I just showed up here when I got on the elevador...

[He wilts a little, exhausted.]

Then I tried to leave, but I kept finding the same door over n' over n' over...

[handelaar]

Mm.

[And then Takeshi finally went in. Got it. He nods once, sharp.]

Was there - were there monsters?

[WHY ARE YOU SICK, KIDDO, WHAT IS HAPPEN]