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Terrence Ephemera / Sharkface ([personal profile] requiemshark) wrote in [personal profile] leaderboards 2020-02-28 12:57 am (UTC)

[ Ephemera catches the look, wondering for a moment before—

Oh. Right. Because they've done this before. Or at least one version of him did. The version that fought side by side with the Freelancers, who really did treat them like allies. Ephemera can't imagine that version of himself. He doesn't think that Drake's tricking him, at least not on purpose, but that memory or vision or whatever the fuck it was feels impossible, a fever dream; something that couldn't possibly come to pass. He cannot imagine being that person and the thought of trying hurts more than it has any right to. Because he already fucked this up, he already lost a friend he cared about, and he doesn't know how it's going to end. Only that it's been twisted beyond recognition and there's no way to go back.

He exhales. Goes to the fridge and examines what's there. Not all that much, as it turns out. Some random leftovers, already scoured. ]


....fuck.

[ Should have remembered that. Should have focused. ]

I can order something.

[ There. That's proactive. That's not him standing in front of the fridge with a blank look like a goddamn moron. ]

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