[And once Shintaro has looked over the body (because of course it's no fun if an NPC does it) . . .]
What's up, man?
[He'd been in the kitchen, poking around for mac and cheese (because that won't rot, ever) or maybe a twinkie (definitely never gonna rot), but he hears the scream. And boy, somebody else is probably dead, which is a shame, because he likes this crop, he really does. He doesn't ever want anyone to die, of course, but he's grown rather desensitized to it. So he expects Shintaro (but when had he gotten access to their rooms?) to be crouching over-- oh, Jack, maybe, or Dorian, or . . . someone.
Not Thug.
Not him.
All the color drains from his cheeks, and for the first time in three weeks, Brasco looks horrified. Not just irritated or mildly upset, but shocked. His breathing has gone sharp, and for a moment it seems as though he might panic.
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What's up, man?
[He'd been in the kitchen, poking around for mac and cheese (because that won't rot, ever) or maybe a twinkie (definitely never gonna rot), but he hears the scream. And boy, somebody else is probably dead, which is a shame, because he likes this crop, he really does. He doesn't ever want anyone to die, of course, but he's grown rather desensitized to it. So he expects Shintaro (but when had he gotten access to their rooms?) to be crouching over-- oh, Jack, maybe, or Dorian, or . . . someone.
Not Thug.
Not him.
All the color drains from his cheeks, and for the first time in three weeks, Brasco looks horrified. Not just irritated or mildly upset, but shocked. His breathing has gone sharp, and for a moment it seems as though he might panic.
But no. No. He won't-- no.]
That's--
[An unsteady inhale and exhale.]
Fine. That's fine, that's . . . cool. Fine. Great. That's just fine. Fantastic.