dies_irate: (forehead to forehead)
John Doe ([personal profile] dies_irate) wrote in [community profile] singillatim 2025-03-03 01:21 pm (UTC)

His own eyes flash in irritation back; sorry! He's never been heard by other people before, okay?! 'Volume' is a new problem, right up there with legs and cold and his limbs all feeling heavy and slow.

Tired, John, you're tired. Ugh.

For now, looking clearly frustrated, he'll let Arthur guide him over to a seat near the fire, let his limbs start to absorb the heat and defrost. He's not letting go of Arthur, though. Far from it.

"That was- that was over a week ago for me," and he sounds both genuinely sad about the events and confused. Quiet, since he also doesn't want to be over heard. He glances around to make sure people have stopped looking before turning back to Arthur. "I killed the hag, and we revived you with her talisman. Then we escaped, though... not without almost drowning since you didn't listen to me again." Yeah, not skipping mentioning that one. "And we came out near a village. Everyone in the village was gone, so we made a fire outside, not unlike this one."

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