No man it was just a dare. I wish I could say I was getting something out of this, besides a light axe wound in my shoulder, but things aren't looking so hot. You think it's too late to get something from David for this? I feel like I'm owed.
[ bless Quentin's little heart. ]
They're not feeling too hot, although I'm sure part of that is the adrenaline, because something is sure as shit coursing through my veins, and it's not confidence.
[ Well, the adrenaline actually is dulling the pain and the aches from his wounds and the flan, maybe its starting to work as intended? ]
Why would you take that dare? It had an eyeball on it, Steve. An eyeball. Did you pick the eyeball off? Say yes. Unless it was it fondant? You know that decorative icing? I hope it was fondant. Don't tell me if it wasn't and you didn't pick it off because I'm going to pretend it was now.
[ as fucked up as it is, quentin's worried texts make steve chuckle to himself for a moment. ]
I feel like electricity is buzzing inside me. And it kinda feels good. And overwhelming. But good. Like I can ignore the axe wound, and keep running, or working on a gen or something. Quentin, it kinda feels like drugs. Like really good drugs. Like I need to be doing something right now. Instead of sitting here bleeding out, while Huntress takes pot shots at me.
Really? [ Okay wait. Weāre debating the flan now. Thanks for taking one for the team to test it, Steve. But is it worth the possibility the flan is actually people? (Definitely people)
Heās not sure he wants to go there. Look at Hag and Bubba. ]
Is she just circling the car? I hope everyone else is on gens then.
Hm. Did you get hooked yet? You can try looking for a chest and stopping that bleeding out part? Then you can bolt around doing stuff with this flan high.
[ this is not the first time steve's eaten people by accident, but it IS hopefully the last. Poor Dwight, he had no idea you were in that broth. Why do they call human meat long pig, of course Steve thought it was a pork broth what the hell. ]
I'll be honest man, never felt more alive than I do right now. And I only ate half the bowl. Not that I'm gonna try more, but I can't help but imagine how jacked I'd feel on a whole ass bowl.
I'm running now, she can barely keep up, but I still gotta dodge axes in between texts. I don't normally recommend texting while chasing, but like what's the harm in this one time?
Not hooked yet, don't have your luck when it comes to finding kits, but maybe Cheryl will kiss my booboos better when she gets a chance if the next chest I search doesn't have the goods.
Huh. Just donāt celebrate it just yet. It might have horrible side-effects after. Let me know if it takes a turn. But I guess we can just Save it for an emergency. A very serious emergency. I was going to throw mine out.
The harm would be an axe through your head. Pay attention.
[ Steve needs to stop eating food in a reality where eating is not a requirement. It always gets him into trouble. Like. Every single fucking time. ]
I'll keep you posted dude, if I have gnarly digestion problems after this trial, we'll know why.
I can save it for us to split, plenty to go around for the whole trial I bet.
[ And just then, he gets an axe to the head. Wow texting in chase? You never think its unsafe until you or someone close to you gets downed. There should be laws against this or something.
Anna hooks Steve, the metal piercing a fresh hole just under his shoulder. ]
Quentin... I fucked up. I got an axe to the head. Well, my lower neck actually.
Yeah, we had kind of a thing for awhile. Don't know if you knew, but yeah we kept it on the down low. I thought she was the one for awhile, but maybe not. I got a big booboo she could kiss right now, but let's just keep that between us, I don't need her worrying about me still.
[ The blood dripping down his arms on to his hands is making it really hard to type. No pain at all though, so another point for this flan. ]
[ Does Steve have self-control? Verdict says: No. ]
Not a play-by-play of your bowls, please? Just a little notation would be good.
Yeah, sure.
[ Why is there a huge delay between messages here? Steve? STEVE? He got caught, didn't he? It was bound to happen. ]
Holy shit. Are you okay? Why are you still texting me like that? This is fascinating and I had no idea. Hopefully she comes to unhook you with booboo cures. I'm pretty sure she needs to worry that you're in there getting axed in the neck with her.
I was just curious. I thought you were single. You should really focus on not bleeding out instead of this conversation.
No yeah, I'm not going to be sending pictures or anything dude. Just general descriptions and problems. For science.
[ Don't let him worry about you, Steve. ]
It'd be rude to leave you hanging. Which is exactly what the Huntress just did to me, didn't want you to feel the same disrespect from me. I would love booboo cures, but I don't know that she'll do more than just unhook me, things are tense. [ In the trial or in his love life? Both? Both is good. ]
I am single, now. But yeah we can talk more about that later, my dude. Delve deep into each other's lives, when mine isn't on the line!
Aww, that means you care about me! Don't worry, I'm not being camped. I think. She's really far away. She is chucking axes at me from across the way though. They've all missed so far.
[ Suddenly, Quentin, if he's at the campsite, will see giant spider-like legs descending from the sky, carrying a nondescript body with great hair back at camp. ]
Of course I do. You're my friend. My friend that can't stop eating questionable things. I feel like that might count tow
[ Guess that last one she threw didn't miss. The entity dropping people off is always... really hard to miss, for the most part, or really hard to miss when your eyes are open longer than they should be. He's kept track the best he could, where people go, how long it takes. Quentin feels terrible. ]
[ The memories are a little hazy but he's back, wounds healing, bleeding mostly stopped but still out of it and in pain]
You're my friend too, man, one of my only real ones here. Which is why I'm going to let you eat the other half of this flan. It felt.... Awesome. I was unstoppable. [ until he was stopped ]
But yeah, I'm safe and sound now, hopefully I don't get picked for another trial anytime soon, I'm beat to hell and back.
One of? Who am I competing with for the best friend slot? I have to take them out. Robin and I are going to fistfight. [ Beat. ] Sounds like you were in a terrible position eating that so Iām not sure how sold on it I am. But fuck it. Sure. Iāll eat it later.
Good. Consecutive ones are the worst. I kind of wish we could tag out here. Iād take the next one so you could rest. You need anything?
Please don't fight Robin. She'd win. But yeah, at least you know who you're competing against, and it's going to be hard to top her. You'll have to let me know how it goes, man. I think you'll crush it dude, just absolutely knock the killer dead.
Well... I know you have a knack for finding medkits, and I'm pretty busted up...
Wow. You think I have no chance. If someone wanted to be my best friend, it'd be so easy because the old one died and there isn't any competition. You'll get a play-by-play of my flan-induced spiral into madness.
[ Steve definitely wants to fill that hole. No pun intended. ]
I want that play-by-play, and I want it STAT. But that's rough man, if I lost mine. Well. I already know how crazy I'd go. I lost her for so long here. Things, they won't ever really heal over fully, but, I'm here for you to help that process. You're not alone dude, I can't replace your best friend, but I am here for you. Whenever.
[ He wants to type more but he's getting light headed from the axe wounds still losing seeps of blood as he slowly heals. ]
Iām not eating it this second. ā¦ yeah, I guess I didnāt go crazy. Or maybe I did. Thanks. Again.
[ Steve keeps saying things like that. Stuff thatās supportive. Itās nice to know someoneās there.
Luckily for Steveās lightheadedness, the medkit guy is right there. He moves with a speediness that shouldnāt exist for the state of exhaustion to Steveās side, head tilted and a frown on his face. Thereās an immediate move, taking Steveās hand and positioning it where pressure should be. Heās by no means a doctor but practice, practice, practice, - infinite practice. Between Claudette and him, as long-running team medics, they might as well slap the doctor title in front of their names. ]
Hold that there a second.
[ He kneels down in front of him, placing a hefty medkit to the side and opens it up. Itās one he doesnāt bring to trials and uses outside of it. More valuable items kept inside. Steveās worth some higher quality things. ]
Hi. You failed to mention you took it directly to the head.
[ Steve is incredibly thankful when he sees an angel approaching him, backed by glorious white light behind them... Or wait that's Quentin, an angel in his own right, but hey Steve's not dying now that he's got some aid at his side.
Quentin places Steve's hand firmly on the gauze on his shoulder wound, his hands buzzing slightly from lack of bloodflow. ]
Starting to feel like the static before Sadako comes out of the tv... But thanks, man. I mean it.
[ Steve looks over and sees Quentin's nicer kit, and is relieved, but also worried about the fact that he needs it. ]
Oh you brought Quentin's big bag of fun, that bad huh?
[ "Then the devil left him, and angels came and attended him"
Steve's hand holding the shoulder wound because Quentin is focusing on the more pressing one on his head, carefully mending it so it can heal easy and without interference. It'll take a bit longer than other wounds, as all the killing blows always seem to do here. It's always wise to patch those up, as nobody here is really as skilled at going into a trial already injured as David is. ]
That's usually a bad thing and how I feel right before I pass out. You dizzy? [ He states it with a quiet dry tone, dropping a dirtied bloody gauze and grabbing a fresh one. He switches to the shoulder after wrapping his head up, putting a hand over Steve's and moving it away to take over, now that he knows the head isn't going to kill him again. A small smile. ] Mmhm. Anytime.
I wasn't sure if the flan was going to add some weirdness to this so I'm just making sure I have anything and everything, you know? You might be uncontrollably vomiting in the next second but- [ A shrug. ] I got you covered for that too.
[ Steve can certainly be mithered with it, unlike David, that's for sure.
He half smiles drearily at Quentin caring for his head wound. Usually it's Claudette for stuff like this, one of his first friends here, but something has really taken ahold of him with Quentin lately, he's just such a nice guy. Really useful in situations like this too, but also a great friend in his own right. ]
Yeah, little dizzy but getting better by the minute, 'specially with you here man. Feel like I might as well be at John Hopkins the way you're switching out gauze and shit. I'm lucky to have you Quentin... [ A whole lot luckier than Steve probably deserves ] We all are.
Almost tempted to start spewing just to see what else you have up your sleeve in that case. I don't think I'm going to start hurlin' any time soo-
[ You see where this is going Q? Get the bucket and the tums. ]
[ Claudette is, of course, Quentin's go-to when he needs healing. Taught him a whole lot about medicinal plants. He gives her anything she needs. Designated healers, the two of them. Then Lisa came. Then Rebecca. They're professionals but because Claudette and Quentin have been here long before them, the survivors with more time under their belt ask Claudette first. Then him. ]
Maybe I'll just go there instead of anywhere else. [ He shrugs, shaking his head with a sheepish expression that then looks a little forlorn. ] I don't know about that. I added to everyone's problems. [ It's an admission of guilt he's been carrying around, quietly stated. It just slipped out because Steve is trustworthy and good. Makes him laugh, which is hard these days. A friend when he desperately needed one. He sighs, focusing on the wound.
Then raises an eyebrow and, in an amusingly swift motion, pulls a brown paper bag out of his actual sleeve and shakes it open, placing so Steve can grab hold and catch anything that might be coming up from Steve's stomach. ]
[ The guilt, it's there again, plain as day on his face but now Steve at least has the inkling of an idea why it's shown up this time. He's been curious before, especially with how close they've become recently, but never wanted to pry too deeply, cross some unknown boundary or something, risk offending Quentin or pushing him away. ]
Hang on, hang on. Added to our problems? What do you mean, man? All you ever are is the solution to mine, ours. [ He'd be saying that even if he wasn't delirious from blood loss and and pain.
Thank god he had that paper bag up his sleeve though, because Steve hurls up whatever's left in his stomach. ]
[ Steve asked. Of course he asked about a statement like that. Quentin would've asked if Steve said something like that. He looks down, rubbing at his nose with his upper arm to resist doing it with his hands, in order to keep that clean with what he's doing. Quentin shrugs at the question, just shaking his head and making a disagreeable face that makes it obvious he doesn't want to clarify that exactly. ]
No, I'm...- [ Another sigh, one that's a frustrated huff. He does answer though, pulling his hands back completely and staying crouched in front of Steve while he watches Steve's face go pale and green. His face carrying anger past the guilt being worn on it. ] I brought a killer with me. It's not exactly being a solution. That's just causing everyone here a ton of grief and putting them at risk.
[ A little half smirk slips in, at the 'nice'. Quentin shifts and pulls a very flask of water out of one of this jacket pockets and passes that over two so he can rinse his mouth out. ]
Bet Cheryl's boo-boo kisses don't come with my efficiency.
[ Steve's concerned, as concerned as he could be while puking and bleeding out, about Q's mentality about this. He doesn't want to push, but he can tell, Quentin NEEDS someone to talk to about this stuff. And if it's not going to be his Nance, then it's gotta be Steve right?]
Everyone brought a killer dude. I brought a killer. Pretty sure that 5 jawed freak tracked me from my hairspray, and sure I feel guilty as hell when one of y'all gets your head eaten, but I try to remember I don't control it. It does. Ol striped sweater makes his own choices, you're not responsible for them.
[ Wow that certainly was a lot of words, effort, and oxygen for someone who is essentially staving off death. His eyes flutter shut for a second, while he takes a second to breathe and focus on Quentin's healing hands helping him fight.
He takes and spits out some of the water Quentin offered to him, feeling better without the taste of bile present. Wow, he must look so cool to Quentin right now. Half dead and covered in puke. This is going to be embarrassing later. ]
Ok first of all if you tell anyone I told you that, you're ass is grass, Smith. Second of all, yeah you here is a lot better than a kiss from her.
[ He's laughing softly though. He's feeling a lot better with the bandaging helping to stop pools of blood from pouring out of his wound, and the flan finally fully out of his system.]
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No man it was just a dare. I wish I could say I was getting something out of this, besides a light axe wound in my shoulder, but things aren't looking so hot. You think it's too late to get something from David for this? I feel like I'm owed.
[ bless Quentin's little heart. ]
They're not feeling too hot, although I'm sure part of that is the adrenaline, because something is sure as shit coursing through my veins, and it's not confidence.
[ Well, the adrenaline actually is dulling the pain and the aches from his wounds and the flan, maybe its starting to work as intended? ]
Quentin, I think it's starting to work...
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Dude.
Is it working a good thing or a bad thing?
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[ as fucked up as it is, quentin's worried texts make steve chuckle to himself for a moment. ]
I feel like electricity is buzzing inside me. And it kinda feels good. And overwhelming. But good. Like I can ignore the axe wound, and keep running, or working on a gen or something. Quentin, it kinda feels like drugs. Like really good drugs. Like I need to be doing something right now. Instead of sitting here bleeding out, while Huntress takes pot shots at me.
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Really? [ Okay wait. Weāre debating the flan now. Thanks for taking one for the team to test it, Steve. But is it worth the possibility the flan is actually people? (Definitely people)
Heās not sure he wants to go there. Look at Hag and Bubba. ]
Is she just circling the car? I hope everyone else is on gens then.
Hm. Did you get hooked yet? You can try looking for a chest and stopping that bleeding out part? Then you can bolt around doing stuff with this flan high.
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I'll be honest man, never felt more alive than I do right now. And I only ate half the bowl. Not that I'm gonna try more, but I can't help but imagine how jacked I'd feel on a whole ass bowl.
I'm running now, she can barely keep up, but I still gotta dodge axes in between texts. I don't normally recommend texting while chasing, but like what's the harm in this one time?
Not hooked yet, don't have your luck when it comes to finding kits, but maybe Cheryl will kiss my booboos better when she gets a chance if the next chest I search doesn't have the goods.
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Huh. Just donāt celebrate it just yet. It might have horrible side-effects after. Let me know if it takes a turn.
But I guess we can just
Save it for an emergency. A very serious emergency. I was going to throw mine out.
The harm would be an axe through your head. Pay attention.
Cheryl kisses your booboos, Steve?
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I'll keep you posted dude, if I have gnarly digestion problems after this trial, we'll know why.
I can save it for us to split, plenty to go around for the whole trial I bet.
[ And just then, he gets an axe to the head. Wow texting in chase? You never think its unsafe until you or someone close to you gets downed. There should be laws against this or something.
Anna hooks Steve, the metal piercing a fresh hole just under his shoulder. ]
Quentin... I fucked up. I got an axe to the head. Well, my lower neck actually.
Yeah, we had kind of a thing for awhile. Don't know if you knew, but yeah we kept it on the down low. I thought she was the one for awhile, but maybe not. I got a big booboo she could kiss right now, but let's just keep that between us, I don't need her worrying about me still.
[ The blood dripping down his arms on to his hands is making it really hard to type. No pain at all though, so another point for this flan. ]
Wjy di you ask thigh.?
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Not a play-by-play of your bowls, please? Just a little notation would be good.
Yeah, sure.
[ Why is there a huge delay between messages here? Steve? STEVE? He got caught, didn't he? It was bound to happen. ]
Holy shit. Are you okay? Why are you still texting me like that?
This is fascinating and I had no idea. Hopefully she comes to unhook you with booboo cures. I'm pretty sure she needs to worry that you're in there getting axed in the neck with her.
I was just curious. I thought you were single.
You should really focus on not bleeding out instead of this conversation.
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[ Don't let him worry about you, Steve. ]
It'd be rude to leave you hanging. Which is exactly what the Huntress just did to me, didn't want you to feel the same disrespect from me. I would love booboo cures, but I don't know that she'll do more than just unhook me, things are tense. [ In the trial or in his love life? Both? Both is good. ]
I am single, now. But yeah we can talk more about that later, my dude. Delve deep into each other's lives, when mine isn't on the line!
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[ Too late. Already worried. ]
HA FUCKING HA. Donāt die because of this or Iāll be pissed.
Are you being camped for your nonsense?
Oh. Huh.
Yeah, okay. Stop messaging me then?? Iām not going to reply until youāre safe now.
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Aww, that means you care about me! Don't worry, I'm not being camped. I think. She's really far away. She is chucking axes at me from across the way though. They've all missed so far.
[ Suddenly, Quentin, if he's at the campsite, will see giant spider-like legs descending from the sky, carrying a nondescript body with great hair back at camp. ]
I think I'm safe now. Please reply.
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[ Guess that last one she threw didn't miss. The entity dropping people off is always... really hard to miss, for the most part, or really hard to miss when your eyes are open longer than they should be. He's kept track the best he could, where people go, how long it takes. Quentin feels terrible. ]
Hi. Welcome back.
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You're my friend too, man, one of my only real ones here. Which is why I'm going to let you eat the other half of this flan. It felt.... Awesome. I was unstoppable. [ until he was stopped ]
But yeah, I'm safe and sound now, hopefully I don't get picked for another trial anytime soon, I'm beat to hell and back.
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Good. Consecutive ones are the worst. I kind of wish we could tag out here. Iād take the next one so you could rest. You need anything?
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Well... I know you have a knack for finding medkits, and I'm pretty busted up...
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Gotcha. I'm coming.
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No pun intended.]I want that play-by-play, and I want it STAT. But that's rough man, if I lost mine. Well. I already know how crazy I'd go. I lost her for so long here. Things, they won't ever really heal over fully, but, I'm here for you to help that process. You're not alone dude, I can't replace your best friend, but I am here for you. Whenever.
[ He wants to type more but he's getting light headed from the axe wounds still losing seeps of blood as he slowly heals. ]
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[ Steve keeps saying things like that. Stuff thatās supportive. Itās nice to know someoneās there.
Luckily for Steveās lightheadedness, the medkit guy is right there. He moves with a speediness that shouldnāt exist for the state of exhaustion to Steveās side, head tilted and a frown on his face. Thereās an immediate move, taking Steveās hand and positioning it where pressure should be. Heās by no means a doctor but practice, practice, practice, - infinite practice. Between Claudette and him, as long-running team medics, they might as well slap the doctor title in front of their names. ]
Hold that there a second.
[ He kneels down in front of him, placing a hefty medkit to the side and opens it up. Itās one he doesnāt bring to trials and uses outside of it. More valuable items kept inside. Steveās worth some higher quality things. ]
Hi. You failed to mention you took it directly to the head.
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Quentin places Steve's hand firmly on the gauze on his shoulder wound, his hands buzzing slightly from lack of bloodflow. ]
Starting to feel like the static before Sadako comes out of the tv... But thanks, man. I mean it.
[ Steve looks over and sees Quentin's nicer kit, and is relieved, but also worried about the fact that he needs it. ]
Oh you brought Quentin's big bag of fun, that bad huh?
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Steve's hand holding the shoulder wound because Quentin is focusing on the more pressing one on his head, carefully mending it so it can heal easy and without interference. It'll take a bit longer than other wounds, as all the killing blows always seem to do here. It's always wise to patch those up, as nobody here is really as skilled at going into a trial already injured as David is. ]
That's usually a bad thing and how I feel right before I pass out. You dizzy? [ He states it with a quiet dry tone, dropping a dirtied bloody gauze and grabbing a fresh one. He switches to the shoulder after wrapping his head up, putting a hand over Steve's and moving it away to take over, now that he knows the head isn't going to kill him again. A small smile. ] Mmhm. Anytime.
I wasn't sure if the flan was going to add some weirdness to this so I'm just making sure I have anything and everything, you know? You might be uncontrollably vomiting in the next second but- [ A shrug. ] I got you covered for that too.
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He half smiles drearily at Quentin caring for his head wound. Usually it's Claudette for stuff like this, one of his first friends here, but something has really taken ahold of him with Quentin lately, he's just such a nice guy. Really useful in situations like this too, but also a great friend in his own right. ]
Yeah, little dizzy but getting better by the minute, 'specially with you here man. Feel like I might as well be at John Hopkins the way you're switching out gauze and shit. I'm lucky to have you Quentin... [ A whole lot luckier than Steve probably deserves ] We all are.
Almost tempted to start spewing just to see what else you have up your sleeve in that case. I don't think I'm going to start hurlin' any time soo-
[ You see where this is going Q? Get the bucket and the tums. ]
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Maybe I'll just go there instead of anywhere else. [ He shrugs, shaking his head with a sheepish expression that then looks a little forlorn. ] I don't know about that. I added to everyone's problems. [ It's an admission of guilt he's been carrying around, quietly stated. It just slipped out because Steve is trustworthy and good. Makes him laugh, which is hard these days. A friend when he desperately needed one. He sighs, focusing on the wound.
Then raises an eyebrow and, in an amusingly swift motion, pulls a brown paper bag out of his actual sleeve and shakes it open, placing so Steve can grab hold and catch anything that might be coming up from Steve's stomach. ]
See? Exactly what I meant!
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Hang on, hang on. Added to our problems? What do you mean, man? All you ever are is the solution to mine, ours. [ He'd be saying that even if he wasn't delirious from blood loss and and pain.
Thank god he had that paper bag up his sleeve though, because Steve hurls up whatever's left in his stomach. ]
Wow. Literally up your sleeve. Nice.
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No, I'm...- [ Another sigh, one that's a frustrated huff. He does answer though, pulling his hands back completely and staying crouched in front of Steve while he watches Steve's face go pale and green. His face carrying anger past the guilt being worn on it. ] I brought a killer with me. It's not exactly being a solution. That's just causing everyone here a ton of grief and putting them at risk.
[ A little half smirk slips in, at the 'nice'. Quentin shifts and pulls a very flask of water out of one of this jacket pockets and passes that over two so he can rinse his mouth out. ]
Bet Cheryl's boo-boo kisses don't come with my efficiency.
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Everyone brought a killer dude. I brought a killer. Pretty sure that 5 jawed freak tracked me from my hairspray, and sure I feel guilty as hell when one of y'all gets your head eaten, but I try to remember I don't control it. It does. Ol striped sweater makes his own choices, you're not responsible for them.
[ Wow that certainly was a lot of words, effort, and oxygen for someone who is essentially staving off death. His eyes flutter shut for a second, while he takes a second to breathe and focus on Quentin's healing hands helping him fight.
He takes and spits out some of the water Quentin offered to him, feeling better without the taste of bile present. Wow, he must look so cool to Quentin right now. Half dead and covered in puke. This is going to be embarrassing later. ]
Ok first of all if you tell anyone I told you that, you're ass is grass, Smith. Second of all, yeah you here is a lot better than a kiss from her.
[ He's laughing softly though. He's feeling a lot better with the bandaging helping to stop pools of blood from pouring out of his wound, and the flan finally fully out of his system.]
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steve just exploded this poor boy and steves gotta pick up the pieces now, of quentin and himself
steve setting of a nuclear bomb
nuclear fallout map in dbd when?
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still rusty af with steve's voice but powering through
i know this and I appreciate you