[ how many messages is this now? a drop in the stream. despite receiving nothing all this time, choso can only try and try again. ]
hello, sonic. the city is full of parties. pumpkins everywhere. october sucked. you’re lucky. blood soup blood sausages i am not even a vampire and i tire of blood.
[ good thing he's used to weird things happening; blinking back to his regular world without explanation didn't worry him as much as thinking about the people he'd left behind in this one, and in that sense, he's nearly relieved to be back. Sonic's doing his best to catch up on what he's missed - a month's a long time to miss. Luckily, his phone's an easy thing to check, and it's not long before he sees Choso's message. ]
srry i was gone!!!!!!! idk wat happened but r u ok?? i thought blood was ur whole thing
aw u missed me? thx big guy! but im as cool n blue as ever! i just woke up back home 4 a while. lilith said it was a glitch? i guess that can happen im more worried about u guys
i cannot lie, sonic we have been “going through it” since you left october as a month has proven to be the worst one of the lot but i am glad you are back i am really glad
[ hopefully Choso is ready for him to appear, because he does so the same way he does everything: extremely quickly. In a handful of seconds, he's zipped out of his room, up the stairs, and through the doors to the rooftop, finding Choso and skidding to a stop before him in a blue blur. As he said, Sonic looks perfectly fine - exactly the same as he did before. The same can't be said for Choso. ]
[ naturally, the moment sonic says it, choso blinks despite himself, and when his lids lift again there is a small blue hedgehog before him with quills still rustling from the winds of his quick passage.
hey, at least choso can still smile, sort of like he is now. ]
Hello, Sonic. A band of cultists took it as a sacrifice to their kaiju god.
[ like it’s nbd. if he says it like it isn’t, his heart doesn’t thump so hard.
he sort of wiggles said arm, the knotted sleeve of his sweatshirt dangling about. ]
[ he says it so casually, like he got a haircut. Honestly, he doesn't know what he expected. Sonic sighs, deflating rather dramatically before immediately approaching Choso - conversationally, not mach-speed, no worries - with a concerned wrinkle to his blue brow. ]
How'd they manage that? You're no joke in a fight!
[ it's a rhetorical question, voiced in dismay. not that he expected different, but upon closer inspection, it's apparent that Choso's arm is truly and simply gone. ]
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text; @curse - 11-01-78
hello, sonic.
the city is full of parties. pumpkins everywhere.
october sucked. you’re lucky.
blood soup
blood sausages
i am not even a vampire and i tire of blood.
@need4speed
srry i was gone!!!!!!!
idk wat happened
but r u ok??
i thought blood was ur whole thing
1/3
2/3
3/3
hello sonic i have missed you
are you ok too?
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but im as cool n blue as ever!
i just woke up back home 4 a while. lilith said it was a glitch? i guess that can happen
im more worried about u guys
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we have been “going through it” since you left
october as a month has proven to be the worst one of the lot
but i am glad you are back
i am really glad
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i leave 4 a month and everything goes haywire!
rly tho sorry ur having a bad time choso
ru around? ill come say hi
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thank you
im around. up at the roof garden, it’s quiet and green.
SORRY FOR THE BRIEF DELAY im in a short-term rp this month as well
dont blink ;)
[ hopefully Choso is ready for him to appear, because he does so the same way he does everything: extremely quickly. In a handful of seconds, he's zipped out of his room, up the stairs, and through the doors to the rooftop, finding Choso and skidding to a stop before him in a blue blur. As he said, Sonic looks perfectly fine - exactly the same as he did before. The same can't be said for Choso. ]
Hey -- woah?! Choso, your arm! What happened?
[ THAT'S NOT GOOD?? ]
WORRY NOT
hey, at least choso can still smile, sort of like he is now. ]
Hello, Sonic. A band of cultists took it as a sacrifice to their kaiju god.
[ like it’s nbd. if he says it like it isn’t, his heart doesn’t thump so hard.
he sort of wiggles said arm, the knotted sleeve of his sweatshirt dangling about. ]
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How'd they manage that? You're no joke in a fight!
[ it's a rhetorical question, voiced in dismay. not that he expected different, but upon closer inspection, it's apparent that Choso's arm is truly and simply gone. ]
Are you okay?