“Ough- Clive,” his voice comes out a little raspier than usual as Clive knocks the wind out of him.
“Come on, now. I just got my lungs back, I don’t need you turning them into pulp,” he says with a dry laugh. He pats Clive reassuringly, but also just a bit too hard on the back.
“Yeah, yeah, I know I look awful. Fucking Barnabas doesn’t know how to use a door. He’s either breaking them down or materializing behind them, like he doesn’t know what the round bit on the stick is for. Enough about him. Clive, what are you doing here?”
He’d already learned about the others’ appearances. Well. Some of them. There was a through-thread that makes him nervous about asking. Though there was the bit about their planets dying fed to them by the Peacekeeper, it was hard to believe even still.
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“Come on, now. I just got my lungs back, I don’t need you turning them into pulp,” he says with a dry laugh. He pats Clive reassuringly, but also just a bit too hard on the back.
“Yeah, yeah, I know I look awful. Fucking Barnabas doesn’t know how to use a door. He’s either breaking them down or materializing behind them, like he doesn’t know what the round bit on the stick is for. Enough about him. Clive, what are you doing here?”
He’d already learned about the others’ appearances. Well. Some of them. There was a through-thread that makes him nervous about asking. Though there was the bit about their planets dying fed to them by the Peacekeeper, it was hard to believe even still.