It was like... [ he bites his lip for a second, not eager to go into too much detail. ] a mass execution, basically. But all these shitty rich people were there to watch and treating the whole thing like a big exclusive party.
Some kind of seed? I'm not totally sure what it was, but—
[ ...well, his voice has been getting notably scratchier the more he talks, and at this point he just doubles over coughing into his hand for a while. ]
Do you need some water? I mean, like, something that isn't simulated? [ honestly no clue if he brought in his beer or if he's drinking a cold can of actually-nothing, but. ]
[ he did bring in his beer, so it at least is real even if (tragically) none of the food is, and he shakes his head.
...but then considers he's down to less than half of this can, and that he honestly should have brought in water in the first place — he can practically hear dahut getting on his case again for not being better about making an effort to prevent hangovers. ]
...Actually— yeah, maybe.
[ which he barely manages to get out between coughs. ]
[ yeah, he took a few sips of that beer in the meantime and managed to get to that place where it's like, he's trying very hard to hold back and stop irritating his throat and perpetuating the cycle further but there are still smaller bouts of muffled coughs every few seconds.
he'll gratefully take a water bottle when she's back and sip that until it dies down and he can breathe again.
ugh. exhales very softly, trying not to let the air tickle his throat wrong. ]
[ that gets a little bit of a smile of him, and he moves the second water bottle over closer in front of him to convey that he does intend to drink it. ]
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Oh...
[ okay, yikes. ]
Then... what was the item?
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[ ...well, his voice has been getting notably scratchier the more he talks, and at this point he just doubles over coughing into his hand for a while. ]
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Hey, are you okay!?
[ coming over and rubbing his back. ]
Do you need some water? I mean, like, something that isn't simulated? [ honestly no clue if he brought in his beer or if he's drinking a cold can of actually-nothing, but. ]
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...but then considers he's down to less than half of this can, and that he honestly should have brought in water in the first place — he can practically hear dahut getting on his case again for not being better about making an effort to prevent hangovers. ]
...Actually— yeah, maybe.
[ which he barely manages to get out between coughs. ]
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[ a pat on the back, and then she takes off like a bullet out of the sim room!
she will return before long, with two bottles of water in her hands. hopefully he's hanging in there. ]
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he'll gratefully take a water bottle when she's back and sip that until it dies down and he can breathe again.
ugh. exhales very softly, trying not to let the air tickle his throat wrong. ]
...Thanks.
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Your body needs water to heal, so make sure you drink a lot of it. And no more beer!
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Mm, okay. Got it.