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* cutely drops this and fades * \\ ❛❛ you're awake .. finally . ❜❜ Shoulders falling relaxed, body leaning back , pupils almost extinguished from the exhaustion, Clément got up once more . ❛❛ heavens .. I thought I've truly gone mad .. do you recall what occurred ?? Are you aware of how long you've slumbered ..? ❜❜
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@Silv3rCowboy ༊*·˚ A snicker slipped his lips at the threat, yet it wasn't one of mockery or even denial. ❛❛ slow down there fella .. I'm trying to stabilise you, not cause you to get worse❜❜ He'd hum, aside from the endless wires attached against the machines to the other in multiple areas, one was in contact with his own skin, specifically his arm , yet it didn't seem to be bothering him that much. ❛❛ there ..❜❜ He'd mutter upon picking up a few of the errors , quick to refix them before he'd turn and walk over . ❛❛ .. you almost died,you twit .❜❜ His tone changed slightly as he frowned . ❛❛ you've gotten yourself into a trouble I couldn't even get you out of if it wasn't by luck I swear, are you even aware how long it took me to get you fully together? I .. ❜❜ Lips firming as he fell silent, He Inhaled softly once more before probably doing something that wasn't usually in his own system , sitting down as he reached and placed a hand over his head, quick to embrace the other for a moment . ❛❛ don't ever risk your self into such situations . I swear I won't get you out of it again , got that? ❜❜ He grumbled as he moved back , quick to turn to one of the machines .
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@QUIETPR1NCE )) “ I ‘ ll put a bullet through yer skull — Don ‘ t start this mockin ‘ me nonsense right now. “ | A cold growl of words signified how displeased he was with his own word choice. Instead of focusing on his inept capability of saying foul words, he forced his focus to why he was here. Sharp eyes began to scan the environment, a sense of dread weighing heavy in his mechanical chest. | “ What the forkin ‘ heck are ya doin ‘ to me , shirtbag? When I get up from here — Ohhhh , when I get up from here … “ | He repeated the last phrase in a lower tone, a cold snicker slipping past his lips. His breaths were ragged and uneven, which was something he couldn’t explain. He was far from truly upset, so he failed to pinpoint why he was breathing so oddly. In all honesty, he was secretly worried for his own wellbeing. He had to do a double take on his own body to make sure he at least had all of his limbs back — He wouldn’t go through any nonsense of being reworked and rewired again. |
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