[ dito blinks at the ceiling a while longer, whatever they're saying not really processing fully for the most part. yadda, yadda, yadda, of course sara wants to know what's going on and who knows what the fuck midori wants. the muscles in his neck stretch presently as he has his neck back like this, eyes half-lidded almost like he's getting bored. but he's just high.
— he sits up abruptly as soon as something pops in his brain, and it's the prize. now he's feeling a little paranoid, scrambling up and moving to one of his knees with both hands on the floor all of a sudden like he might get up. he doesn't yet, though. his eyes are wide, and his pupils are still blown, but he's steady and still for now. ]
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— he sits up abruptly as soon as something pops in his brain, and it's the prize. now he's feeling a little paranoid, scrambling up and moving to one of his knees with both hands on the floor all of a sudden like he might get up. he doesn't yet, though. his eyes are wide, and his pupils are still blown, but he's steady and still for now. ]
What if she takes it?
[ ... he's so out of it. ]