[Sorry, what now? Because the moment there's no shirt in his hand, the arm falls like a puppet with its string's cut. And then staring at it blankly. Why is he freaking out so much over this? Not like I can get sick like he did. You know, DEAD. But trying to say so awarded nothing but silence. And trying to move to just humor him and get it over with had no results either. So it was all he could do just to lie there and deal with those same convulsions Thanatos was having no less than an hour before, fighting a losing battle to keep his eyes open in the process.]
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Date: 2009-03-24 06:24 am (UTC)