heaven / basilio

[midway]

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[berserketype]

Better than lookin' dead. How's the arm doin'?

[midway]

It hurts like hell.

[ ... ]

What are you doing here, anyway?

[berserketype]

[ blink. ]

… Checkin’ in on you because you came back as a deer with a broken limb, and kinda passed out ‘cause you were in so much pain?

[midway]

[ His gaze is a little unfocused... Like he's low key confused. ]

What? That's pretty normal during war, you know. I appreciate the concern, but they probably need help defending the town.

[berserketype]

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What war?

[midway]

[ stares ]

Against the Borisin.

[berserketype]

There is no Borisin...?

[midway]

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Right. Of course not.

[berserketype]

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'Cept you think there is.

[midway]

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No... I don't.

[ Yes, he does. ]

[berserketype]

[ yes he does. ]




Alright, well. There’s no Bor…. Borisin? None of them here.