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Seventy-Fifth Cross [Accidental Video]
BZZZT!
[Weird thing is, it's been just barely over two weeks since he last used it. He's still covered in blood, the dark previously-liquid substance dried and somewhat caking from his skin, completely soaked into his clothes. Because he did not actually go home until today.
A shaky hand grabs the device and he looks at it, blood red eyes staring at the device, as if he didn't see it at all.
Barely a few seconds later, his eyes narrow and his lips purse together and turn into a small scowl.]
Ow.
[Weird thing is, it's been just barely over two weeks since he last used it. He's still covered in blood, the dark previously-liquid substance dried and somewhat caking from his skin, completely soaked into his clothes. Because he did not actually go home until today.
A shaky hand grabs the device and he looks at it, blood red eyes staring at the device, as if he didn't see it at all.
Barely a few seconds later, his eyes narrow and his lips purse together and turn into a small scowl.]
Ow.
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[Husbando, your waifu has been worried sick about you. And not like she needs to use her communicator since she's just in her room, but her communicator's right next to her...
She'll be rushing out of her room soon.]
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Are you hurt though?
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