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[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[sitting outside a door, covered in blood, and mumbling to himself. Add in a strangely flushed look, glazed eyes, smell of vomit, the fact some of that blood is freshly oozing from his pores... oops, I think someone poisoned himself]

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[fononfailure]

It'd be a bad idea to stay here, then.

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head] Alone.

[fononfailure]

...I don't think she'd want you here, Asch.

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

I can't move anyway. Go in there.

[fononfailure]

Do you think I should?

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

You're a girl. She's bleeding from there, and... was attacked.

[fononfailure]

....? I guess. She's probably more than a little on edge.

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

Mm.