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[sullenstallion]

Name: dylas
Date: June 2nd
Format: voice

Hey.

[That’s it. One word. Dylas’ voice is low, like usual, but there’s something unsteady about it. Maybe it’s nerves from using the pocketwatch, a device he’s still not used to, or...well.]

I know people have been...changing. It’s, uh. Not great. But...do the changes hurt for anyone else? There’s this spot on... my friend’s arm that’s all grey, and it hasn’t stopped hurting ever since it showed up. Does anyone else have that?

I’m asking for my friend.

[He’s not asking for a friend.]

[OOC; Dylas is infected by the Cwyld after an encounter with some Shades. He’s been hiding it under his clothes, but now his arm is hurting real bad.]

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[scaling]

—Oh.

[ He did skip that part, huh? ]

Akira Kurusu.

[sullenstallion]

I'm Dylas.

[He chews on his lip for a second.]

You're pretty nosy, but thanks for the help.

[Look, there's nothing about this conversation that would suggest that Dylas is capable of giving a sincere thank you without muddling it with feigned annoyance.]

[scaling]

[ Akira just might've picked up on that, so he bites back his amusement at the comment in order to reply. ]

So I've been told. [ Only when he has the best intentions, of course. ] But no problem. Get well soon.

[sullenstallion]

I will. I'll see you around, I guess.

[Again, in Dylas speak, that means 'you're allowed to approach me on the street without getting yeeted into the bushes.' Sugoi, Akira.]