[ im really sorry oocly in advance for everything.
astolfo can run into strohl at some point - they might hear him, in fact, because he fucking spikes his phone downwards onto the ground when that text comes in, the screen shattering on contact with the shitty airport floor.
he's breathing hard, visible even from behind. and more than that, across his shoulders you can see the tattoo of this week's effect - big, black, splashed across and showing through his coat, over the top of the crest until it's no longer visible. just black words and shaking shoulders that read:
YOU FAILED HER AGAIN YOU FAILED HER AGAIN YOU FAILED HER AGAIN YOU FAI ]
[ sweet astolfo you don't deserve this im sorry - but this is snapped out of his mouth, a snarl, before he stops himself.
he takes a deep breath - it's too late, now, the words are already out, and he takes a step back, away from the broken phone. and then again, this time, softer - no less strained. his eyes are wet. ] What, Astolfo.
he just kind of grunts, turning his head away - he doesn't even bother picking his phone up off the ground. by the time they come back, he's sitting, head in his hands. ]
[ he just kind of gestures in a direction with his head to where they can put it down - though he doesn't stop them from coming closer, he's tense in every fiber of his body, like a rubber band about to snap. ]
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week 1, friday
astolfo can run into strohl at some point - they might hear him, in fact, because he fucking spikes his phone downwards onto the ground when that text comes in, the screen shattering on contact with the shitty airport floor.
he's breathing hard, visible even from behind. and more than that, across his shoulders you can see the tattoo of this week's effect - big, black, splashed across and showing through his coat, over the top of the crest until it's no longer visible. just black words and shaking shoulders that read:
YOU FAILED HER AGAIN YOU FAILED HER AGAIN YOU FAILED HER AGAIN YOU FAI ]
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astolfo will freeze for a moment before slowly approaching. just going to hold their hands forward in front of them ]
Strohl? [ they aren't going to invade his space, but get close enough to be able to reach if he wishes ]
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[ sweet astolfo you don't deserve this im sorry - but this is snapped out of his mouth, a snarl, before he stops himself.
he takes a deep breath - it's too late, now, the words are already out, and he takes a step back, away from the broken phone. and then again, this time, softer - no less strained. his eyes are wet. ] What, Astolfo.
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You can scream and yell. It's okay, Strohl.
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-- I don't bloody well need your permission!
[ once again i apologize ]
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he just kind of grunts, turning his head away - he doesn't even bother picking his phone up off the ground. by the time they come back, he's sitting, head in his hands. ]
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I have your water.
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Thanks. [ gruff. that's all he's got ]
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Don't.
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[ lowering hand. they will shuffle over to sit to the side of them instead. just going to chill here and wait ]