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Eighth Cross - [Voice]
[He quietly turns it on. There's silence for a moment.]
I'm going to find it.
[He doesn't turn the communicator off. The sound of something sharp scrapes concrete for a second. He blows at it. A soft slicing is soon heard, and a muffled cry is heard. He's soon breathing heavily, shakily, and waits for a second.]
...I should get band-aids.
[He laughs. His laughter soon fades into cries, interrupted every now and then by a grunt of pain and soft hissing. This continues for a few more minutes before he stops the transmission.]
[[ooc: Cecil is looking for his chip. Quite literally. He's hiding in the parking garage with broken glass and cutting his leg, and digging to find it. Dramatic mun is dramatic. ♥]]
I'm going to find it.
[He doesn't turn the communicator off. The sound of something sharp scrapes concrete for a second. He blows at it. A soft slicing is soon heard, and a muffled cry is heard. He's soon breathing heavily, shakily, and waits for a second.]
...I should get band-aids.
[He laughs. His laughter soon fades into cries, interrupted every now and then by a grunt of pain and soft hissing. This continues for a few more minutes before he stops the transmission.]
[[ooc: Cecil is looking for his chip. Quite literally. He's hiding in the parking garage with broken glass and cutting his leg, and digging to find it. Dramatic mun is dramatic. ♥]]
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You can if you want, you know. He can be pretty funny when he gets all grumpy.
Of course. [Softly again.] I'll be right there...
Ne, don't be afraid to close your eyes, Cecil. You can still feel me... and the heart that beats for you in this body that isn't whole.
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[He falls silent, but his eyes are still open.]