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day 7 | jack
[ he's been terrified ever since he felt those shocks run through his system actually, the blood on his nose not stopping for a while and the stinging of his eyes as a result, not yet fading. still, he had to finish the meeting and talk to ciel and he still has so much work to do but --
but, he needs to calm down first. his hands are shaking and he swallows, feeling exceptionally jumpy for once as he slips into apartment one. his eyes jerk around the darkness, trying to be as silent as possible until he spots jack and then -- and then he makes a beeline right to him.
when he drops to his knees in front of jack, there's a terribly relieved sigh as his hands falter slightly before he shakes his head and cups jack's face with both hands, tapping flesh fingers lightly as he leans in to speak, barely audible. ]
Jack? Jack, please. Please wake up. Jack.
[ he's probably a sight with the blood staining his entire front, dried over his mouth and nose, and tear tracks on his face. yikes. ]
but, he needs to calm down first. his hands are shaking and he swallows, feeling exceptionally jumpy for once as he slips into apartment one. his eyes jerk around the darkness, trying to be as silent as possible until he spots jack and then -- and then he makes a beeline right to him.
when he drops to his knees in front of jack, there's a terribly relieved sigh as his hands falter slightly before he shakes his head and cups jack's face with both hands, tapping flesh fingers lightly as he leans in to speak, barely audible. ]
Jack? Jack, please. Please wake up. Jack.
[ he's probably a sight with the blood staining his entire front, dried over his mouth and nose, and tear tracks on his face. yikes. ]
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So, you know, thanks for ruining that, Rhys.
Jack mumbles something in his sleep when Rhys grabs his face, and though it's mostly unintelligible, you could still pick out the word "baby" in there. Slowly, his eyes open as he's stirred out of sleep. ]
Shi—
[ The first thing you do not want to see in murder village is someone covered in blood, so reflexively, Jack kicks up, which might just land right in Rhys's stomach, though he certainly is awake after that. He shifts to sit up quickly, those that unnatural grogginess is still present. At least he's awake enough to add: ]
Christ— Rhys? Shit, don't- Don't friggin' do that!
[ He's at least whisper shouting, but typical Jack, there's no apology given. ]
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