[As they move, the slim purple thing seems to disappear in a fizzle of static, blipping out of view like it was a television channel. Abbacchio can't help but stare over where it was, baffled. So much happened in the last ten fucking minutes that he can't piece it together. He just finished messing around with this guy and then some kid attacked him with a bow and arrow and now this happened.
But they're moving, and of course the other man is carrying him like he weighs nothing; he already knows how strong he is and it's so damned weird to be the one lifted anyway, like he's some damsel. The more confusing, pressing issue is how everyone seems to be scrambling to take orders from this guy without question.
...Okay. Okay, just who did Abbacchio fuck again?
He blinks absently when he's being spoken to, then realizes he's been holding onto his coat this entire time. Abbacchio pulls his hand back sharply like he's been burned, then closes his eyes and nods.]
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But they're moving, and of course the other man is carrying him like he weighs nothing; he already knows how strong he is and it's so damned weird to be the one lifted anyway, like he's some damsel. The more confusing, pressing issue is how everyone seems to be scrambling to take orders from this guy without question.
...Okay. Okay, just who did Abbacchio fuck again?
He blinks absently when he's being spoken to, then realizes he's been holding onto his coat this entire time. Abbacchio pulls his hand back sharply like he's been burned, then closes his eyes and nods.]
Yeah. All right.