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[!!!]

I have not.

[are those mwm coordinates?]

i want to take you threre. it ttt. tt 
a vacatio n. a dreaa mm.

[the coordinate system used is from an obscure star system in an even more obscure shithole of a galaxy - belobog's. if dan heng manages to translate it, and map it against earth's polar coordinate system - it will be at the shadowpeaks morgue.]

That would be nice. Traveling together would be nice.

[it takes him less time than it would if he hadn't been on the snowball so recently, but once he fights the dataset into being relevant to their own coordinates...

he's on his way.]

im so jealllllllllllllll
jealou s of yu i could die, . i did . are yuo okay. tha no you for hodling mmmy hand. i thugh t of yuo a lot . justtt yu.

im sle eppy

No more dying, please.

I'm okay. I worried about you.

[stepping into the morgue, keeping an ear out.]

[Unfortunately for him - Dan Feng is keeping silent, like a miserable little fucker. Time to get to opening all of those cute little drawers!]

hurts

[fffffuck]

Where are you?

[in hope of details. pacing along the row of drawers, carefully listening for anything before he starts. opening. things.]

[Theres one particular row where he'll start hearing something very faint - like someone choking on air. The vague shifting of a body-bag.]

[...

lightly knocks on the drawer.]

I'm opening it.

[waits a moment first]

[Why can't you leave him alone in his nice solo pity party huh.

There's no reply, even though the drawer contains one (1) body bag with one (1) stellaron hunter in it.]

[drawing the drawer out as smoothly as he can and unzipping him]

[

IMMEDIATELY LUNGING FOR HIS THROAT]

[yeah he thought something like that might happen. wedging a defensive forearm between them and trying to slam him back down on the drawer.]

[This is when he'll find out what those choking sounds are: Dan Feng's mouth working, lips cracked and bloody, nothing coming out. He's bitten his tongue nearly all the way through, and under the blood running down his face and chin, there's raw, bloody scratches on his throat, like he's tried tearing it out.]

[oh FUCK.]

Dan Feng...

[Violent squirming as he tries to reach out and strangle Dan Heng again, thanks!]

[batting his hands away. dan feng cannot compete with dan heng in raw strength when he's this fucked up, okay.]

Stop that.

[He really can't, not to mention, he's been alive for pretty much over a day in the dark, scratchscratchscratching at his throat.

He lifts his crusty blood-smeared hands, and says, in IPC standard sign:]

Kill me?

[dan feng would have gotten a less pained reaction if he'd actually gotten to strangle him.]

...Is there no alternative?

[he can tell he's been suffering.]

Don't know.

[He'd been chewed on spectacularly by a massive undead thing then he'd been literally taken apart piece by excruciating piece and then made into a sentient pile of limbs and then had to be burnt into a crisp by Jing Yuan and then had to be put together halfway and humiliated and then had to beg for Blade to kill him and had to lie here and hide and fall into mara alone and in the dark as he screamed with a voice he didn't have and Dan Feng wants for once in his wretched life for someone to tell him he'll be okay.

He starts fingerspelling out Dan Heng's name. Gives up, and just fumbles his hands one over the other, in the vague shape of a maple leaf.]

Hug?

[dan heng swallows hard. nods. stops pinning dan feng and instead draws him up into a hug.]

I'm here. I'm sorry.

[It's supposed to help, that's why he asked for it, so why does it make him feel worse to be comforted?

He presses his face into Dan Heng's shoulder, hands winding around his back, breath hitching wet- and then he turns his face and bites down at the crook of his neck, over fabric, as he tries to lean his weight and overbalance Dan Heng.]

[dan heng grunts and firms up his stance. tails are handy for these things. but he's allowing the bite.]

[WHY MUST YOU BE BUILT BROADER

leaning heavily on him though, gnawing on him for a good bit before just slumping against his chest.]

[have you tried being less of a mage,

stroking his hair, gentle.]

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