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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.

Comments

[handelaar]

Mm, okay.

[At least the lift's already here - when he jabs the button the doors open and he's inside as soon as he can fit through. He pauses before he presses the button again, though, thinking better of leaving medbay before making sure he doesn't need to bring a first-aid kit. Or a doctor, even.]

How does your stomach hurt?

[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]