[ Whatever she does, it feels like someone started playing the world's shittiest violin with a saw across all of his bones. The drone bobbles and weaves, drunkenly, and he rocks back on his heels - it's like being punched in the face again, ears full of the crackle and pop of sparks, lungs suddenly too small to work properly. It's like something is pressing a hand over his mouth and nose -- ]
Jesus.
[ More than that, she has something lively and electric dancing between her hands.
He doesn't want to leave, he just plain needs to. Something about whatever she's doing is rattling around, and the static buzzing in his ears is increasing in volume, furious and fighting back. ]
-- just let me know when you get out okay, okay?
[ He takes a step back, and then another. And then beats a hell of a hasty retreat. ]
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Jesus.
[ More than that, she has something lively and electric dancing between her hands.
He doesn't want to leave, he just plain needs to. Something about whatever she's doing is rattling around, and the static buzzing in his ears is increasing in volume, furious and fighting back. ]
-- just let me know when you get out okay, okay?
[ He takes a step back, and then another. And then beats a hell of a hasty retreat. ]