[ Ooooh, why doesn’t the Battle God Ye Qiu save him? No voice comes from the bundle of feathers—maybe this is a sign. Maybe Joonghyuk is dead? With so many plumes, it must have done a number on his psyche. A single man can only handle so many hallucinations and bouts of paranoia all mixed in with his traumas.
Still, Joonghyuk is a fighter and he destroys the portion of feathers on him. ]
I’m fine.
[ He does not look fine, no. There are feathers weaved through some of his hair, maybe some caught onto his black coat, and who knows where else? Unfortunately, there’s no time to clean himself up when it seems like the vent in his apartment is pouring feathers at an alarming rate and it’s only getting faster. ]
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Still, Joonghyuk is a fighter and he destroys the portion of feathers on him. ]
I’m fine.
[ He does not look fine, no. There are feathers weaved through some of his hair, maybe some caught onto his black coat, and who knows where else? Unfortunately, there’s no time to clean himself up when it seems like the vent in his apartment is pouring feathers at an alarming rate and it’s only getting faster. ]
We need to go.