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[three-caeracaprae-two-braincells]

Okay. *He pulls out the knife and immediately focuses on applying pressure to it.*

@three-caeracaprae-two-braincells (Unnamed + Atlas) | *Atlas hops off the motorcycle before Unnamed gets a chance to stop it, rushing over to Viper with medical supplies in hand.* Worst time for you to get stabbed, but. Y’know.

A halfhearted shrug. He’d joke but. Ow. Knife.

[three-caeracaprae-two-braincells]

*He searches through the entire BAG that he brought with him and puts on gloves.* Okay. I’m gonna take the knife out. Considering Unnamed’s here, he can keep us safe while I treat your wound. Okay?

@three-caeracaprae-two-braincells (Unnamed + Atlas) | *Atlas hops off the motorcycle before Unnamed gets a chance to stop it, rushing over to Viper with medical supplies in hand.* Worst time for you to get stabbed, but. Y’know.

A halfhearted shrug. He’d joke but. Ow. Knife.

[three-caeracaprae-two-braincells]

I don’t see why not! I gotta finish this job first…

You are. Falling asleep. You can take a break.

You don’t have to call me out…

*There is a ghost floating around. She seems short, about 4'6, and she had bright red eyes, with white streaks in her hair*

| @ask-ayre-the-ghost

*He sighs softly.*

Okay, that’s… nine…

Excuse me? Are you in need of assistance? Getting to the afterlife, I mean.

[three-caeracaprae-two-braincells]

…you could say that.

*There is a ghost floating around. She seems short, about 4'6, and she had bright red eyes, with white streaks in her hair*

| @ask-ayre-the-ghost

*He sighs softly.*

Okay, that’s… nine…

Excuse me? Are you in need of assistance? Getting to the afterlife, I mean.

[three-caeracaprae-two-braincells]

Usually I bring Iris or Unnamed, but they’re at home right now.

*There is a ghost floating around. She seems short, about 4'6, and she had bright red eyes, with white streaks in her hair*

| @ask-ayre-the-ghost

*He sighs softly.*

Okay, that’s… nine…

Excuse me? Are you in need of assistance? Getting to the afterlife, I mean.

[three-caeracaprae-two-braincells]

*They shake their head, sinking back into the floor.*

*There is a ghost floating around. She seems short, about 4'6, and she had bright red eyes, with white streaks in her hair*

| @ask-ayre-the-ghost

*He sighs softly.*

Okay, that’s… nine…

Excuse me? Are you in need of assistance? Getting to the afterlife, I mean.

[three-caeracaprae-two-braincells]

It’s fine…

*There is a ghost floating around. She seems short, about 4'6, and she had bright red eyes, with white streaks in her hair*

| @ask-ayre-the-ghost

*He sighs softly.*

Okay, that’s… nine…

Excuse me? Are you in need of assistance? Getting to the afterlife, I mean.

[three-caeracaprae-two-braincells]

*They peek their head out of the floor with a little nod.* I’m just not used to physical contact.

*There is a ghost floating around. She seems short, about 4'6, and she had bright red eyes, with white streaks in her hair*

| @ask-ayre-the-ghost

*He sighs softly.*

Okay, that’s… nine…

Excuse me? Are you in need of assistance? Getting to the afterlife, I mean.

[three-caeracaprae-two-braincells]

*þꏂo̶иϤ stares at him in shock while Randy just straight up hides in the floor.*

You can touch us?

*There is a ghost floating around. She seems short, about 4'6, and she had bright red eyes, with white streaks in her hair*

| @ask-ayre-the-ghost

*He sighs softly.*

Okay, that’s… nine…

Excuse me? Are you in need of assistance? Getting to the afterlife, I mean.

[three-caeracaprae-two-braincells]

*Pistol opens his mouth to talk but then looks at Ayre and changes his mind.*

I’d say being able to meet you is a win too.

Mhm.

*There is a ghost floating around. She seems short, about 4'6, and she had bright red eyes, with white streaks in her hair*

| @ask-ayre-the-ghost

*He sighs softly.*

Okay, that’s… nine…

Excuse me? Are you in need of assistance? Getting to the afterlife, I mean.

[three-caeracaprae-two-braincells]

Maybe!

*He shrugs.*

*There is a ghost floating around. She seems short, about 4'6, and she had bright red eyes, with white streaks in her hair*

| @ask-ayre-the-ghost

*He sighs softly.*

Okay, that’s… nine…

Excuse me? Are you in need of assistance? Getting to the afterlife, I mean.

[three-caeracaprae-two-braincells]

No, they’re all just. Invisible to everyone. You’re the first person I’ve met that can see them.

*There is a ghost floating around. She seems short, about 4'6, and she had bright red eyes, with white streaks in her hair*

| @ask-ayre-the-ghost

*He sighs softly.*

Okay, that’s… nine…

Excuse me? Are you in need of assistance? Getting to the afterlife, I mean.

[three-caeracaprae-two-braincells]

I’m glad.

*þꏂꄲиϤ smiles, her ears twitching.*

*There is a ghost floating around. She seems short, about 4'6, and she had bright red eyes, with white streaks in her hair*

| @ask-ayre-the-ghost

*He sighs softly.*

Okay, that’s… nine…

Excuse me? Are you in need of assistance? Getting to the afterlife, I mean.

[three-caeracaprae-two-braincells]

*Atlas smiles brightly, his ears twitching.*

You’re so nice?

*There is a ghost floating around. She seems short, about 4'6, and she had bright red eyes, with white streaks in her hair*

| @ask-ayre-the-ghost

*He sighs softly.*

Okay, that’s… nine…

Excuse me? Are you in need of assistance? Getting to the afterlife, I mean.

[three-caeracaprae-two-braincells]

Thank you! I chose it myself.

He did, I helped him.

*There is a ghost floating around. She seems short, about 4'6, and she had bright red eyes, with white streaks in her hair*

| @ask-ayre-the-ghost

*He sighs softly.*

Okay, that’s… nine…

Excuse me? Are you in need of assistance? Getting to the afterlife, I mean.

[three-caeracaprae-two-braincells]

Hey-

Shut. Anyway, it’s nice to meet you too.

The pleasure’s all mine.

*Atlas seems hesitant for a moment, looking at þꏂØиϤ for approval, then back at Phoenix.*

It’s nice to meet you.

*There is a ghost floating around. She seems short, about 4'6, and she had bright red eyes, with white streaks in her hair*

| @ask-ayre-the-ghost

*He sighs softly.*

Okay, that’s… nine…

Excuse me? Are you in need of assistance? Getting to the afterlife, I mean.

[three-caeracaprae-two-braincells]

Omfg the idiot got sick. Almandine is sick. You’re fucking kidding me. Well, I’m not bringing him back to his apartment. Not when he’s in this condition.