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hearrrtofgold[Spam for Allison Argent]
[The first things Duke was aware of were the movements on his feet. Something seemed to be flopping about at his toes on the end of his bed, and he had to shift in order to get it off. His back was stiff, someone was clanking around with pans in the kitchen, and his room was dark. He slowly sat up, an ache spread all down his spine, and looked between his ankles in the sliver of light from the cracked-open door. A small black-and-white rabbit nestled between them, and he stared at it in confusion before Brownie laid two paws on his ankles and licked the bunny.]
What the hell? [he murmured, leaning forward to scoop up the rabbit in one hand. He nudged Brownie away and kicked the blankets off, slinging his legs over the edge of the bed and standing up with a groan. He loped slowly over to the door and pulled it open, squinting as his eyes adjusted to the light.]
Allison? What are you doing on my boat? [Beyond the obvious, which is making food.] What happened? Where’d the bunny come from? [And then something, the most likely explanation, dawns on him with a deep sinking suspicion.] …How long was I out? [Duke attempts to rake his hand through his hair but his fingers catch; he grabs a lock and finds it braided.] Do you know how dead you are?
[Video]
[Duke’s eyes are downcast, only flickering up to the lens occasionally. He keeps it brief, sighing before he speaks, quietly and honestly.]
I’m sorry. All of you – I’m here now.
[The first things Duke was aware of were the movements on his feet. Something seemed to be flopping about at his toes on the end of his bed, and he had to shift in order to get it off. His back was stiff, someone was clanking around with pans in the kitchen, and his room was dark. He slowly sat up, an ache spread all down his spine, and looked between his ankles in the sliver of light from the cracked-open door. A small black-and-white rabbit nestled between them, and he stared at it in confusion before Brownie laid two paws on his ankles and licked the bunny.]
What the hell? [he murmured, leaning forward to scoop up the rabbit in one hand. He nudged Brownie away and kicked the blankets off, slinging his legs over the edge of the bed and standing up with a groan. He loped slowly over to the door and pulled it open, squinting as his eyes adjusted to the light.]
Allison? What are you doing on my boat? [Beyond the obvious, which is making food.] What happened? Where’d the bunny come from? [And then something, the most likely explanation, dawns on him with a deep sinking suspicion.] …How long was I out? [Duke attempts to rake his hand through his hair but his fingers catch; he grabs a lock and finds it braided.] Do you know how dead you are?
[Video]
[Duke’s eyes are downcast, only flickering up to the lens occasionally. He keeps it brief, sighing before he speaks, quietly and honestly.]
I’m sorry. All of you – I’m here now.