Taisho Roman Revolution

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[ The elevator opens up to a room spacious enough to house the whole unit comfortably, but with no furniture to speak of except a touchscreen podium near the far wall, displaying a row of four larger-than-life mahjong tiles on a red background. On the left side of the screen is a square that says TRADE. The walls and floor of the room are nearly checkered with metal panels, out of place against the rest of the marble flooring and unremarkable off-white walls.

The elevator doors close behind you. ]

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[hashtagaesthetic]

[maybe that's not a good idea? but like. he's set free, and drops to his knees, clapping his hand to his mouth fast, blood dribbling out between his fingers.]

[syncintohell]

[ It's not, but. Holds him steady, if that's all he can do now. ]

I will bring you to sensitIV soon. The moment we're released from this room, I will ensure you suffer no longer. Hold on until then, promise me.

[ He says quickly, words spilling out and imploring an answer that logically can't come now that Shuten has lost his tongue. ]

[hashtagaesthetic]

[he still has a cleanish hand at this point, so he's putting it to use in patting Kuzu's cheek vaguely. hush sweetie.]

[syncintohell]

Ah. . . forgive me, no, my prattle could not be helpful to your condition now, could it?

[ Bites his tongue and quiets down, temporarily, but he can still be felt shaking ]

[hashtagaesthetic]

[shuten is really in no condition to be worrying about Kuzu, but here he is, doing it anyway. keeps patting his cheek gently, getting shaky in his own right.]

[syncintohell]

There is no need to worry about me.

[ He understands this gesture, and— okay, he might need it a little bit. Leans against him, but takes an arm around Shuten's shoulders to cradle him close, as if to make himself a bulkwark against the world around them. ]

[hashtagaesthetic]

[yes. cool. leans on. this is terrible and he'll take the comfort he can get.]