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FLETCHER: holy crap on a stick
FLETCHER: so that happened
FLETCHER: where are you, and are you okay?
FLETCHER: and by 'okay', i mean 'out of immediate danger'
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FLETCHER: holy crap on a stick
FLETCHER: so that happened
FLETCHER: where are you, and are you okay?
FLETCHER: and by 'okay', i mean 'out of immediate danger'
❛ i said: are you hurt? ❜ althea repeated, mouthing the words a bit more slowly than she had before. she'd been growing impatient and increasingly annoyed by the octaves she’d needed to raise her voice over the alarms still blaring over the dance studio, sighing as she held the small first aid kit up for the other to see. bringing her fingertips to gently rub at her temples, she frowned. ❛ there has to be a way to shut the alarms off. i’m five minutes away from losing it. ❜
“ WHAT in the fucking hell ––– ” it takes rory a second to process before he’s looking around for a relatively safe place to sit himself down, gaze passing over the rest of the others in the dance studio. then upwards, warily, as dry wall flakes off the ceiling and the alarm starts up. “ jesus, never felt one like this. ”