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Rita Mordio (
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09:08 am
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The Murder Gang Doesn't Do A Murder (W4, Friday)
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refate
2021-07-10 01:55 am (UTC)
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it's just the five of them, so he doesn't hesitate to hold out both of his hands to her
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2021-07-10 01:57 am (UTC)
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[she takes them, and holds them tightly.
she's a mix of a lot of things. anger, worry. anxiety, dread. no sadness, really, but - she's a nauseating soup of nerves.]
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refate
2021-07-10 02:24 am (UTC)
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he squeezes them tight, not - not taking the nasty soup she's got cooking up, but not giving her something to feedback loop.
he's frustrated, worried, tired of all the death, angry that it was wang lu as the other body. but he tries to stay steady.
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2021-07-10 02:29 am (UTC)
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[mmm...
very carefully, she pulls him close so she can hug him, too.]
Lean, a bit.
[she reminds him.]
S'gonna be fine.
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refate
2021-07-10 03:01 am (UTC)
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there's a deep breath -
hold, two, three, four
- and he lets himself be angry, lets himself feel it, jittery with nerves and flaring, while he wraps both arms around her. (hold, two, three, four) it eases afterwards.
]
Yeah. Yeah, s'gonna be fine.
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2021-07-10 03:05 am (UTC)
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[she holds him very tightly through it, rubbing his back gently.]
We're okay. Whatever happens, we're working towards saving everybody.
[...]
You're doing a really fucking good job. All of you are.
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she's a mix of a lot of things. anger, worry. anxiety, dread. no sadness, really, but - she's a nauseating soup of nerves.]
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he's frustrated, worried, tired of all the death, angry that it was wang lu as the other body. but he tries to stay steady. ]
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very carefully, she pulls him close so she can hug him, too.]
Lean, a bit. [she reminds him.] S'gonna be fine.
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hold, two, three, four
- and he lets himself be angry, lets himself feel it, jittery with nerves and flaring, while he wraps both arms around her. (hold, two, three, four) it eases afterwards. ]
Yeah. Yeah, s'gonna be fine.
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We're okay. Whatever happens, we're working towards saving everybody. [...] You're doing a really fucking good job. All of you are.