[ good thing there's not particularly interesting, because dito's still fucking groaning about the burning around his neck — it's almost annoying he can't die easy at this point, because it doesn't feel great! he ends up angrily kicking the heel of his boot against the nearest cog. not that it will probably move much, if at all. ]
Are you really that fucking petty—
[ he trails off, finding it just the absolute worst that even though sound is back that he can't exactly find it in him to use his throat for a second, considering that it's getting burned through. he huffs a rough breath, moving a hand up but knowing he shouldn't touch it at that heat level if he doesn't want to ruin his gloves.
goddammit.
so he just looks at the ground, barely hearing anything through the rapid beat of his own heart in his ears. just because he regenerates does not make this any more fun or painless, and his eyes start to unfocus as he tries to will all of that aside right now. because he doesn't want to deal with it, thanks.
he idly hears ranger say something, and while he was utterly unfocused on that, he notices immediately when the droning beep in his ears stops. the cooling isn't immediate, and dito wrinkles his nose. if he had water nearby or something, this would be so much easier—
but he doesn't, so he just moves to hook a few of his gloved fingers between the collar and his neck again, confirming that it's stopped. he hisses between his teeth as he does so, and he can't feel it directly because of the gloves, but there's that peeling feeling of raw, burnt skin around his neck. there's probably all kinds of puss and shit from his body trying to heal itself from what should be a lethal burn, and if it were anyone but himself he'd be digging his fingers deeper into these wounds and playing around with all of it.
as it is, he's decidedly annoyed, though. his eyes suddenly turn half-lidded as he frowns, moving his hand down to wipe his own fingers on the front of his shirt. he swallows thickly, as though he's testing if he can even speak again — which isn't immediate, he confirms as he only ends up making a quiet, strained noise in his throat.
as pissed off as he is, his eyes still scan over their new surroundings better now that he isn't actively being tortured right now. they linger on the hole, and he steps over toward it as his hand starts to pull out his pda again. which he didn't think he'd need to use, but it's going to be a minute before his damn neck heals up. he taps up a quick but enthusiastic note before showing it: ]
can you guys kill yourselves instead for once
[ and then he just drops his pda into the hole. who gives a shit! there's your rock. it's multifunctional. ]
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Are you really that fucking petty—
[ he trails off, finding it just the absolute worst that even though sound is back that he can't exactly find it in him to use his throat for a second, considering that it's getting burned through. he huffs a rough breath, moving a hand up but knowing he shouldn't touch it at that heat level if he doesn't want to ruin his gloves.
goddammit.
so he just looks at the ground, barely hearing anything through the rapid beat of his own heart in his ears. just because he regenerates does not make this any more fun or painless, and his eyes start to unfocus as he tries to will all of that aside right now. because he doesn't want to deal with it, thanks.
he idly hears ranger say something, and while he was utterly unfocused on that, he notices immediately when the droning beep in his ears stops. the cooling isn't immediate, and dito wrinkles his nose. if he had water nearby or something, this would be so much easier—
but he doesn't, so he just moves to hook a few of his gloved fingers between the collar and his neck again, confirming that it's stopped. he hisses between his teeth as he does so, and he can't feel it directly because of the gloves, but there's that peeling feeling of raw, burnt skin around his neck. there's probably all kinds of puss and shit from his body trying to heal itself from what should be a lethal burn, and if it were anyone but himself he'd be digging his fingers deeper into these wounds and playing around with all of it.
as it is, he's decidedly annoyed, though. his eyes suddenly turn half-lidded as he frowns, moving his hand down to wipe his own fingers on the front of his shirt. he swallows thickly, as though he's testing if he can even speak again — which isn't immediate, he confirms as he only ends up making a quiet, strained noise in his throat.
as pissed off as he is, his eyes still scan over their new surroundings better now that he isn't actively being tortured right now. they linger on the hole, and he steps over toward it as his hand starts to pull out his pda again. which he didn't think he'd need to use, but it's going to be a minute before his damn neck heals up. he taps up a quick but enthusiastic note before showing it: ]
can you guys kill yourselves instead for once
[ and then he just drops his pda into the hole. who gives a shit! there's your rock. it's multifunctional. ]