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[Neil's eyebrows shoot up as his face is squished, any melancholy overtaken by pure surprise. When Flat lets go, he so much as laughs, albeit weak. They make their way into the house and Neil...hesitates.
[He is alright physically. He wasn't, but he is now.
[He's not necessarily eager to tell Flat about his deal with Chisaki. He hasn't even told Charlie yet.]
I'm alright. I was lucky.
[He is alright physically. He wasn't, but he is now.
[He's not necessarily eager to tell Flat about his deal with Chisaki. He hasn't even told Charlie yet.]
I'm alright. I was lucky.
Are you?
[ flat tilts his head to the side, eyeing neil closely. he takes his shoes off and sits on the sofa, legs crossed. ]
Well, I guess it depends on what you would call lucky. You didn't turn into a zombie, sure. Although I wonder how the experience must have been... destroying stuff doesn't sound too bad, but... mm, I should ask a friend. [ he makes a mental note to do that later. ] And I'm guessing you didn't die. [ a beat. ] You didn't die, right? So in both cases, you got lucky. But after so many good things happening, this kinda feels more like bad luck, doesn't it?
[ flat tilts his head to the side, eyeing neil closely. he takes his shoes off and sits on the sofa, legs crossed. ]
Well, I guess it depends on what you would call lucky. You didn't turn into a zombie, sure. Although I wonder how the experience must have been... destroying stuff doesn't sound too bad, but... mm, I should ask a friend. [ he makes a mental note to do that later. ] And I'm guessing you didn't die. [ a beat. ] You didn't die, right? So in both cases, you got lucky. But after so many good things happening, this kinda feels more like bad luck, doesn't it?
[He didn't get turned into a zombie, he didn't die, and...he had arguably the worst month of his life. Flat is right...]
Yeah. It does.
Even now that it's over, I still can't relax. It's in my head...
Yeah. It does.
Even now that it's over, I still can't relax. It's in my head...
That's why you've holed yourself inside here? Because you're safer in your house than outside and because you and Charlie can take care of each other?
[ and without giving neil the chance to even confirm or deny this, flat continues, clapping his hands. ]
Well, if the problem is that it's stuck in your head, we gotta find a way to replace it with something else! They say that when you go through a traumatic event, you should play Tetris, but it's already too late for that and you don't even know what Tetris is in the first place. So how about we go out?
[ yeah, he JUST got in, but he's already pulling out a notebook and a pencil to scribble a note to charlie that neil is fine, they just went to hang out and that he's missing out ✰ ]
[ and without giving neil the chance to even confirm or deny this, flat continues, clapping his hands. ]
Well, if the problem is that it's stuck in your head, we gotta find a way to replace it with something else! They say that when you go through a traumatic event, you should play Tetris, but it's already too late for that and you don't even know what Tetris is in the first place. So how about we go out?
[ yeah, he JUST got in, but he's already pulling out a notebook and a pencil to scribble a note to charlie that neil is fine, they just went to hang out and that he's missing out ✰ ]
Flat- [Notes are being written, hands are being clapped, they're...going out.
[Neil can't exactly argue. He's afraid, but he's surely not that afraid. All that mess... It's over now, isn't it?
[They start moving toward the entryway. Neil can only offer a helpless:]
Where do you want to go...?
[Neil can't exactly argue. He's afraid, but he's surely not that afraid. All that mess... It's over now, isn't it?
[They start moving toward the entryway. Neil can only offer a helpless:]
Where do you want to go...?
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