[ Blood seeps insistently from the walls as he eyes the rope as dubiously as she does. It's such a typical thing for this place to do - bleed from places you really wouldn't expect blood - that he doesn't bat an eye at it.
No fabulous bean can for his face, it seems. He sighs, shrugging loosely as the blood starts to creep up the sides of his boots. ]
Yeop.
[ He got that from Gideon, he thinks. It sounds like her. ]
Well, good luck. Remember me fondly. Do something fun with my body if it floats up after.
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No fabulous bean can for his face, it seems. He sighs, shrugging loosely as the blood starts to creep up the sides of his boots. ]
Yeop.
[ He got that from Gideon, he thinks. It sounds like her. ]
Well, good luck. Remember me fondly. Do something fun with my body if it floats up after.