[He's falling, again. You're locked in, the memory of a dead man reminds him. No matter what, he just can't get away from falling. Absurdly: the smell of autumn rain floods his nose. Fugo stares down at the spot on the floor where he was standing a moment ago, but in his mind's eye he sees the crumbling ruin of the Teatra Greco and the yellow spot of Vladimir Kocaqi's raincoat.]
[They should be alright for the time being.
What? When-- where is he--]
[Fugo turns towards the sound of Sans' voice and blinks, slow and dizzy, as he remembers that this isn't Sicilia after all. His words sink in slowly and Fugo has to shake his head to make sense of them.]
What? No. You've-- [His brows come together and he frowns, focusing on the chocolate bar and what it is about it that he dislikes about it.] You've already bitten that. That's gross. And a risk of-- [He almost lifts a hand to gesture and then, remembering how high up they are, thinks better of it and reaches to hold onto the arm he's balancing on.] Infection. The Bristol virus spreads through bodily fluids, the most common being blood and saliva.
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[They should be alright for the time being.
What? When-- where is he--]
[Fugo turns towards the sound of Sans' voice and blinks, slow and dizzy, as he remembers that this isn't Sicilia after all. His words sink in slowly and Fugo has to shake his head to make sense of them.]
What? No. You've-- [His brows come together and he frowns, focusing on the chocolate bar and what it is about it that he dislikes about it.] You've already bitten that. That's gross. And a risk of-- [He almost lifts a hand to gesture and then, remembering how high up they are, thinks better of it and reaches to hold onto the arm he's balancing on.] Infection. The Bristol virus spreads through bodily fluids, the most common being blood and saliva.