[Maybe he's just out to get water or a midnight snack or maybe he isn't actually in his room? Nevertheless, after the entire 'trying to murder the entire household', there will be one (1) lizard shaped person curled up in front of Randy's door, covered in leaves and smudged with dirt, like he's been trawling through the woods. He appears to be sleeping, but his breathing is too shallow and uneven, even with his eyes closed.]
[Nooo he's gross. His shirt is torn and crusted with blood from an obviously fatal stab wound to the chest, and he's immediately lifting a hand to grab for whatever of Randy he can.
His face is turned up towards Randy, but his eyes aren't tracking Randy right - he's blind, the blood price of his revival.]
[voice soft and gravelly. allowing those hands, for now, though his body carries the kind of muted tension that for warriors like them makes it clear he will react, if dan feng actually goes for it.]
[His grip tightens briefly, dangerously, but he then leans in to press their cheeks together, using his hands as a guide. Dan Feng is cool to the touch, a little damp-sticky with dried tears.]
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stops dead]
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...Randy?
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[dropping him on his bed with perhaps surprising gentleness, looking him over.]
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His face is turned up towards Randy, but his eyes aren't tracking Randy right - he's blind, the blood price of his revival.]
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Hey. I'm here.
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Don't leave me. [Plaintive.] I'll put you in a box so you can't.
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[he sounds tired
but he's laying down next to dan feng, filth be damned.]
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[Immediately curling up against him--]
Why can't I keep anyone?
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Wish I had answers, hon.
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Your time is better served elsewhere.
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[voice soft and gravelly. allowing those hands, for now, though his body carries the kind of muted tension that for warriors like them makes it clear he will react, if dan feng actually goes for it.]
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[His grip tightens briefly, dangerously, but he then leans in to press their cheeks together, using his hands as a guide. Dan Feng is cool to the touch, a little damp-sticky with dried tears.]
I could have killed you.
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I know.
[with the sober affection of someone who, yes, agrees with both of those statements.]
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