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[fuckyou_chorus]

[ You might notice more and more people getting oddly touchy with each other, along with their strange red welts and cuts on their wrists, fingers, necks, arms... they might scratch them occasionally. Except when in the presence of a special person, of course.

Today, however, Marcy is... knitting? So many red tentacle-warmers. Aww. ]

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[healingcock]

[it's definitely a weird thing to see the angel of healing with cuts and welts all over his arms, esp. since they're not reviving]

Ughhhhh.

[currently smoking like a chimney in the Mess Hall, not touching his food]

[healingcock]

And now I've forgotten everything!

[clutches his head with both hands]

Why do I never fucking learn!?

[watchmycannon]

[makes a distressed sound, wrapping his arm around Raphael's shoulder, even at the odd angle]

It isn't you Raphael. Camp is-- Camp has--

[healingcock]

[throws him off]

Fuck!

[starts scratching furiously at his arms]

[watchmycannon]

[--loses his balance and falls off the bench, legs caught under the table]

[watchmycannon]

[just... kind of stays there, legs still hooked up over the bench, eyes wide]

[healingcock]

[curls in on himself, scratching at his arms and making them worse]

[watchmycannon]

[...slowly collects himself up off the floor, standing at Raphael's shoulder, but not touching-- that doesn't seem to be helping]

Please stop that, Raphael.

[healingcock]

I can't. It hurts too much.

[watchmycannon]

You're hurting yourself

[healingcock]

[jerks, eyes snapping open, suddenly breathing hard as he forces himself to stop, fingers shaking]

[watchmycannon]

...Thank you.

[healingcock]

[voice is shaky]

It's... it's almost too much to bear.

[watchmycannon]

[this is not pleasant to be around]

I am-- so sorry, Raphael. That I cannot help you.

[healingcock]

Don't--don't be. It's not your fault. You didn't do this to me.

[watchmycannon]

No. But I love you, and I hate when you are in pain.