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open interaction (with @quoth-corveth)
Andrios couldn’t move fast enough.
His vision was blurred, mind fogged with worry, unable to figure out where he was.
Where Corveth’s office was.
It took him far too long, but he eventually got there, barging into the room without bothering to knock. As soon as he saw Corveth in the corner, on the floor, he rushed forward, the worst-case scenarios rushing through his head.
“Hey, hey, I’m here. It’s me.”
ims. sa. nottnokau!!!!!! w help!!! help hel
imjsuzt gonna gotot the barwhayevef
thevocixxes canfcukxi off Iwantto GETDURNK
CORVETH BOTTOMS (starting top/bottom discoursr btw, necessary in every fandom)
@andrios-vlahos @quoth-corveth
what’s going on with Mr. Nevermor?
nonono n. o jo 😟😟😟😟😟😟ican hesrr then cocming ☹️☹️
they sreccomig for mehelpehelpe
chase took this of me while on my lunch break the other day.
thought it looked okay.
Open interaction (for @andrios-vlahos)
Corveth sat in his room, glasses on, flipping through paperwork. His eyes growing heavy from exhaustion, back aching.
He jumped as he heard a knock on his door, calling out ‘yes?’ and signaling for the person to come in.
His heart skipped multiple important beats as he saw who walked in…
Open interaction.
Corveth sat at his desk, a deep sigh sliding from his lips and filling the empty office. The words on the documents were going fuzzy, blurring into unrecognizable symbols. His eyes felt heavy, like weights were attached to his eyelids.
He jolted up, the pen in his hand flying somewhere onto the desk when he heard his pager going off. He grumbled when he realized it was just his pager going off, the beeping rining in his mind and bouncing around, causing his headache to worsen.
He grabbed his coat, slipping it on, and grabbing his clipboard, slipping a black pen into the breast pocket of his lab coat. He headed to the room he was paged to, not bothering to see who paged him in the first place.
He walked down the bustling halls, his mind tuning out every noise around him, his gaze darting around as he looked for room: 233.
He found the room, pushing the door open and his gaze immediately falling onto his coworker, assuming they were the one who paged him. He raised a dark brow, walking up to his patients bed, the other employee across him on the otherside.
“You paged me?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.
