[ it finally occurred to Gino one moment in the middle of the night while he was making tea for himself (out of habit, but not actually wanting to drink it or hold the cup or even look at it, because it'd only remind him of where he's not and what he doesn't have, yet again), dressed for bed but not entirely sleepy:
I could just wish for them to
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thud.
that was the sound of Maxxie landing rather gracelessly on his arse the floor the next room over.]
Ow, bloody buggering fuckall...
[and Gino can probably hear the way his words trail off when he starts to pay attention to his surroundings rather than the utterly undignified ache in his tailbone.] ...What?
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did it work? are you serious, wishing air??? is this real life?????
hesitant, and taking his teacup with him just in case he needs to bludgeon some cheap imitation of what he wished for to death with it to make himself feel better, he gets up and slowly, slowly makes his way to the next room. ]
Ah...
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-Gino?
[pure confusion in his voice.]
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and then eventually make some disjointed words happen. ]
--Maxxie. You're... you're here.
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