[ as soon as neil opens the door, flat gets close to him and... places both hands on his cheeks. squishes them and everything.
his hands might smell a little bit like smoke, but don't worry about it.
blue eyes observe his friend, before pulling away with the usual cheerful pep and stepping inside. ]
Glad to see you, too! It feels like it's been forever, hasn't it? Pre-zombie and post-zombie. Well, I guess they weren't really zombies since none of them died before turning, but it looked enough like it.
[ he pauses, and then adds: ]
Are you really okay, Neil? Physically, I mean. Mentally, I know you're probably not doing well.
[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.]
[ 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?
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his hands might smell a little bit like smoke, but don't worry about it.
blue eyes observe his friend, before pulling away with the usual cheerful pep and stepping inside. ]
Glad to see you, too! It feels like it's been forever, hasn't it? Pre-zombie and post-zombie. Well, I guess they weren't really zombies since none of them died before turning, but it looked enough like it.
[ he pauses, and then adds: ]
Are you really okay, Neil? Physically, I mean. Mentally, I know you're probably not doing well.
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[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.
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[ 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?