They feel... strange. Not quite numb, but something close to it, their body seeming somehow far away, thoughts processing slowly, as if moving through water. As if they're being made to watch this on a screen. This is real, right? Isn't it? Because it certainly doesn't feel real--
Ranboo jolts as if electrocuted when Dirk snaps at him, suddenly dragged back to earth, back into his body; he frantically begins to search the apartment for something, even before exactly what they're even looking for processes properly.
"-- a-a tarp? Do you-- have one of those?"
They've never really had any reason to drag one out before now, so they honestly have no idea. Why would Dirk have one to begin with...?
Despite scanning the room in an effort to try and find what Dirk is requesting, though, their gaze keeps drifting back to the body-- specifically, to the missing poster that she died holding, his face printed across it in stark black and white ink, now slowly soaking up the stranger's blood.
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Date: 2024-07-01 12:27 am (UTC)Ranboo jolts as if electrocuted when Dirk snaps at him, suddenly dragged back to earth, back into his body; he frantically begins to search the apartment for something, even before exactly what they're even looking for processes properly.
"-- a-a tarp? Do you-- have one of those?"
They've never really had any reason to drag one out before now, so they honestly have no idea. Why would Dirk have one to begin with...?
Despite scanning the room in an effort to try and find what Dirk is requesting, though, their gaze keeps drifting back to the body-- specifically, to the missing poster that she died holding, his face printed across it in stark black and white ink, now slowly soaking up the stranger's blood.