immortalrat

Four turned away, the pores on the side of his face
          gaping and pinching under Time's analytical stare.
          "Thank you, but I'll be alright. I intend to drink
          something back at the house. I don't want to get full on
          water before dinner.”

immortalrat

Four's fist clenches and unclenches. A cord of muscles
          along his arm spasm in attempted unison, his eyes roll
          aimlessly in their sockets and his mouth begins to move,
          move, move; Wind doesn't even realize he has clamped
          his hand over the smithy's mouth until he feels sticky lips
          move beneath his palm. Four's irises tremble against
          white. Wind presses down harder, smothering Four's
          answers beneath his hand, and he watches, aghast, as
          the smithy's eyes roll to the back of his head.

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Auroraloo

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Emerald_Skylark

@DogeMaster22 I'm worried about your mental state. Did you have your dose of medicine?

immortalrat

PLEASE what even happened here 
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Emerald_Skylark

@DogeMaster22  even I can't remember me asking for your comment on the last comment I posted
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