[god, that's a fucking lot to take in, but-- the end, especially, that one is. it's rough to watch. his ears pin back, at it, hair tentacles writhing, though he doesn't go so far as to look ill. he's seen a lot. that doesn't make it any less unpleasant, though, witnessing that sort of death.]
-fuck. [is what he manages to say at first, with a little shake of his head. the tentacles don't really calm themselves.] Sorry. Seems like the place is set on this kind of thing, this week.
[feels a little fucked up to just-- ask about someone dying right off the bat.]
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-fuck. [is what he manages to say at first, with a little shake of his head. the tentacles don't really calm themselves.] Sorry. Seems like the place is set on this kind of thing, this week.
[feels a little fucked up to just-- ask about someone dying right off the bat.]