between bonnie's smirk (and why is she smirking!!) and what midori taps onto dito's pda, he's thoroughly unimpressed. he knits his eyebrows, and he's about to type something back even as one of his eyes is wincing almost closed because christ, he cannot get used to the feeling of something burning on his goddamn neck of all places-- ]
the fuckdgj
[ not that he really has the luxury to even barely get started with whatever that thought was, since midori's dragging him by the arm. do you mind?? he's pocketing his pda in his free hand at this point, since it's practically useless and he's far more focused on the literal burning sensation on his neck. he's about to try and yank himself out of the other's grip before he's...shoved into the tower.
he stumbles in a little wide-eyed, swinging his arms out to keep from falling over as he sucks in a breath and wrinkles his nose at the sudden amount of dust. and his neck still fucking burns, so it's hard to even concentrate on his surroundings right now. even though the sound of his own footsteps and the hiss of his own skin burning between the collar's beeping hits his ears in a way he can't ignore. ]
— Shit.
[ ... at least there's sound again. to him, at least. which means! he's going to bitch!! he spins around. ]
Can you please turn this thing off?!
[ can they even hear him in turn? did they break the silence rule somehow? dito doesn't know and doesn't care about anything so long as this collar he's emphatically pointing at now is still beeping and glowing red. ]
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between bonnie's smirk (and why is she smirking!!) and what midori taps onto dito's pda, he's thoroughly unimpressed. he knits his eyebrows, and he's about to type something back even as one of his eyes is wincing almost closed because christ, he cannot get used to the feeling of something burning on his goddamn neck of all places-- ]
the fuckdgj
[ not that he really has the luxury to even barely get started with whatever that thought was, since midori's dragging him by the arm. do you mind?? he's pocketing his pda in his free hand at this point, since it's practically useless and he's far more focused on the literal burning sensation on his neck. he's about to try and yank himself out of the other's grip before he's...shoved into the tower.
he stumbles in a little wide-eyed, swinging his arms out to keep from falling over as he sucks in a breath and wrinkles his nose at the sudden amount of dust. and his neck still fucking burns, so it's hard to even concentrate on his surroundings right now. even though the sound of his own footsteps and the hiss of his own skin burning between the collar's beeping hits his ears in a way he can't ignore. ]
— Shit.
[ ... at least there's sound again. to him, at least. which means! he's going to bitch!! he spins around. ]
Can you please turn this thing off?!
[ can they even hear him in turn? did they break the silence rule somehow? dito doesn't know and doesn't care about anything so long as this collar he's emphatically pointing at now is still beeping and glowing red. ]