Ranboo's only response to Dirk's command is a whimper, a weak, pathetic sound punctuated by their features tightening, a fresh set of tears falling.
Why...? Why... why is this happening? Does he deserve this?
And then Dirk is talking and Ranboo can barely process his words in the first place, still reeling with agony and fresh physical suffering, and they half-shake their head, eyes drifting open to stare weakly up at Dirk--
-- and then only a moment later those eyes seem to gloss over and darken, their vision losing focus and blackness closing in from the edges.
The pills are still in his system, and still functional. The mask can kickstart his lifeless body, but it can't clear the toxins out of it on its own.
Their breathing slows, pitches high in their chest, the sound of him drawing a breath wrong-- a weak wheeze, his eyelids fluttering strangely.
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Date: 2024-08-17 12:51 pm (UTC)Why...? Why... why is this happening? Does he deserve this?
And then Dirk is talking and Ranboo can barely process his words in the first place, still reeling with agony and fresh physical suffering, and they half-shake their head, eyes drifting open to stare weakly up at Dirk--
-- and then only a moment later those eyes seem to gloss over and darken, their vision losing focus and blackness closing in from the edges.
The pills are still in his system, and still functional. The mask can kickstart his lifeless body, but it can't clear the toxins out of it on its own.
Their breathing slows, pitches high in their chest, the sound of him drawing a breath wrong-- a weak wheeze, his eyelids fluttering strangely.