listen puppet boy, before you disobey

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There's a knock at the door.

The sound is startling, makes Ranboo suddenly bolt upright from where they'd been lounging on the couch.

Knock-knock.

They pick themselves up from the couch and, as quietly as possible, they creep out of the room, searching frantically for somewhere to hide; his frame is much too long to tuck away into a cabinet or something, but he does, with some internal amusement at the joke, find a closet to tuck himself away into. Thankfully the swords in there aren't taking up too much space.

Knock knock, Dirk! There's a knock at the door!

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Are you going to make it?

Ranboo simply blinks at Dirk as the question takes a moment to process-- fortunately by the time it does, Dirk has already made answering unnecessary, rushing right ahead to assure Ranboo that he'll take care of it.

But...

Slightly sluggishly, Ranboo shakes their head as they move their way down to her legs, trying to figure out the best way to just... grab them. They finally settle for just... wrapping their long fingers around her calves, lifting her legs slightly from the floor.

She's still warm. The sensation of handling her body makes their stomach lurch, the room seem hazy and wobbly around them. She's still warm, and the weight and shape of her is disturbingly human, and Ranboo knows that this was necessary, that she isn't-- she couldn't be human, not anymore, but... she sure does look and feel human right now, laying like a broken doll in a growing puddle of her own blood.

"No, you... did this-- for me, I can't just..." Ranboo takes a breath, releases it in a sigh. "I can't just leave you to deal with it by yourself..."

Dirk did this, this, to... protect Ranboo. And their conflicting feelings about that are squarely filed away to be dealt with later. Ranboo really couldn't handle them right now on top of everything else, even if they wanted to.