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Rover
UN: xspire

STATUS: Student, Undergrad

ACCOLADES: yeet

BIO: Created right here in Soleil!

© TESSISAMESS

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[deuteranope]

[He coughs as his race to get here catches up with him, and then he has to bite back a laugh over how that made his wound hurt worse than anything else so far since the knife actually pierced him. Laughing wouldn't be the right thing to do -- too much shit was going down, and he didn't need to look like a lunatic while he was trying to get things fixed.]

It's -- it's not bad. Like I'd let myself get taken out by a measly little stab? Come on, Rover.

[But, yeah, this still sucks, hm. Inside time, now.]

I just gotta, uh, lay down. There's more important shit for you to worry about than this.

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[What the FUCK, Maverick. You can't just show up with a knife wound and then say it's not bad. It's very bad! It's very, very bad!]

Just because it's not enough to take you out doesn't mean it's not bad!

[They're going to usher him over to the bed, shutting the door behind them.]

What even happened?

[deuteranope]

[IT'S FINE... IT'S FINE.]

H-heh. Fair enough...

[As long as they're acknowledging he'll be okay, he can concede that yeah, getting stabbed kind of super sucks!!! Not his favorite thing to experience. He takes a seat at the edge of the bed before easing himself down with an exhale that strains to stay slow. Fuuuck.]

Necromancy confirming itself to be more fucked up than generally accepted? Apparently if you make a mistake, you get possessed and start trying to knife your fucking friends. God, he's gonna owe so many fucking drinks...

[Ugh, but that's not important right now!!]

Can you go up to the third floor and see if the RA there is okay? Stairs really sound like a bitch.

[just leave him he's all good]

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[This is not fine!!

They listen to his explanation, hovering by his side. At the mention of necromancy, their eyebrows shoot up towards their hairline.]

Fucking hell...

[That's?? Not good?? How do you fuck up so badly??

They sigh, sounding defeated.]

Yeah. I'll try to be quick. Is there...anything you want me to say?

[deuteranope]

[He really appreciates them so, so much... Even as he wants to grimace from applying more pressure, he can't stop the uneven smile up at Rover. Ugh, he loves them.]

Uh, yeah, sorta. Tell Tía about not trusting her husband and hunkering down, but let's not tell her I got stabbed, yeah? There's no point in stressin' her out any more than this shit already will...