[ 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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[ 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 ]