[ thank god. the thought is enough that it almost startles him out of it, though not quite entirely. he takes a deep, shuddering breath, as he seems to - at least sort of realize he's in a room, and another person is there.
he looks - over. and there's no saving his dignity, no saving his expression, no cool, calm and collected fei du. he looks like a wounded animal.
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he looks - over. and there's no saving his dignity, no saving his expression, no cool, calm and collected fei du. he looks like a wounded animal.
the electricity on his hand dies. ]