Okay, there's a little more to it than that; after agonizing by himself, his stomach rumbling loudly, he'd crawled his pathetic way over to the lounge. He'll get the stupid shocking mega meatballs plate and suffocate his woes in them, all for the sake of revenge now. He can't just waste away, even if he'd like to.
Killing the one behind everything is getting more and more tempting, though. Maybe he'll forget about the hows and whys. What does it matter, if he's alone in this anyway—STUMBLE. ]
What t—
[ Aracha's arm (still Aracha, as he never got his name) is probably going to be a little sore if he ever comes to, because it's what Miguel stumbled over while trying to get towards the mountain of meat awaiting him.
...ohh he's twisting up inside; every part of him is equal parts "oh my god I have to get him somewhere better than this" and "oh my god what a dumbass" in the fondest and most annoyed way possible. ]
Idiot. [ He lands on, forgetting the idea of meatballs entirely. Wasting away it'll be. Crouching, he slings Aracha's torso over his shoulder and stands up. A weight that would be a huge struggle for Rafael is nothing to Miguel. ] If you puke on me, I'm leaving you here.
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Okay, there's a little more to it than that; after agonizing by himself, his stomach rumbling loudly, he'd crawled his pathetic way over to the lounge. He'll get the stupid shocking mega meatballs plate and suffocate his woes in them, all for the sake of revenge now. He can't just waste away, even if he'd like to.
Killing the one behind everything is getting more and more tempting, though. Maybe he'll forget about the hows and whys. What does it matter, if he's alone in this anyway—STUMBLE. ]
What t—
[ Aracha's arm (still Aracha, as he never got his name) is probably going to be a little sore if he ever comes to, because it's what Miguel stumbled over while trying to get towards the mountain of meat awaiting him.
...ohh he's twisting up inside; every part of him is equal parts "oh my god I have to get him somewhere better than this" and "oh my god what a dumbass" in the fondest and most annoyed way possible. ]
Idiot. [ He lands on, forgetting the idea of meatballs entirely. Wasting away it'll be. Crouching, he slings Aracha's torso over his shoulder and stands up. A weight that would be a huge struggle for Rafael is nothing to Miguel. ] If you puke on me, I'm leaving you here.
[ are you gonna puke, honey. ]