[ She's cut short suddenly, slipping out a surprised, pained yelp as Mizuki suddenly grips at her head. Briefly, her left eye sparks, and as Mizuki hisses out a low groan following that, the light in her eye also begins to flicker.
Between that, and how increasingly sick she's beginning to feel, Mizuki collapses to a knee. ]
[ he whips around to her, ignoring how disoriented and dizzy that makes him to go so quickly. hoogh. ]
Are you alright? Is Aiba..? [ quickly, he closes the space between them, taking a knee and putting his left hand to her shoulder to offer some steadiness. ] Did, ah - god, we're probably at the limit. Did we get caught?
[ he takes her weight easily, considering, before looking around at the blue, blue, blue. the thrum of the room has picked up a little, just a touch faster, and shiro... is pretty sure it's time to leave. ]
Hope she got something out of this. [ she will get to keep her knowledge, she just needs to take a nap for an hour or two. ] C'mon, time to... time to get out.
[ depending on her ability to stand, he's either going to pull her to stand with him and hustle hobble out - or he's going to lift her up with an arm under her to make a fast getaway. ]
[ hup, then up she goes - he uses his galra arm to support her, even, so that he can reach down to his hip and grab the inactive black bayard he's clipped there. just in case. she can slump over his shoulder as he stumbles to the door. ]
If you hurl on my shoulder I'll forgive you. [ weak, terrible humor, thy name is shiro. ] Won't tell anybody if you don't. Ughh.
As if you need barf on the laundry list of bullshit you already gotta deal with...
[ Bad humor in a bad situation is also in her blood, it's fine. Fortunately, Mizuki is light enough that even her full weight is nothing for him to deal with, and so, they head for the exit. Or fumble their way there, anyway. ]
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[ She's cut short suddenly, slipping out a surprised, pained yelp as Mizuki suddenly grips at her head. Briefly, her left eye sparks, and as Mizuki hisses out a low groan following that, the light in her eye also begins to flicker.
Between that, and how increasingly sick she's beginning to feel, Mizuki collapses to a knee. ]
—Augh. Ow... Shit.
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[ he whips around to her, ignoring how disoriented and dizzy that makes him to go so quickly. hoogh. ]
Are you alright? Is Aiba..? [ quickly, he closes the space between them, taking a knee and putting his left hand to her shoulder to offer some steadiness. ] Did, ah - god, we're probably at the limit. Did we get caught?
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Aiba— [ Yet the light in her eye flickers out completely, and Mizuki exhales sharply. ] Guess she... needs to reboot. What the hell...
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Hope she got something out of this. [ she will get to keep her knowledge, she just needs to take a nap for an hour or two. ] C'mon, time to... time to get out.
[ depending on her ability to stand, he's either going to pull her to stand with him and hustle hobble out - or he's going to lift her up with an arm under her to make a fast getaway. ]
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I—I think so.
[ She's putting effort into getting the hell out of dodge where she can, at least, but the intense pressure isn't getting any better. ]
She said... Oough nevermind I'm gonna hurl.
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If you hurl on my shoulder I'll forgive you. [ weak, terrible humor, thy name is shiro. ] Won't tell anybody if you don't. Ughh.
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[ Bad humor in a bad situation is also in her blood, it's fine. Fortunately, Mizuki is light enough that even her full weight is nothing for him to deal with, and so, they head for the exit. Or fumble their way there, anyway. ]
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[ he'll be fine. but he's carrying her out to safety and, honestly, will keep going until they get to the lift to exit this gate. ]
We're all just kind of the buttmonkeys of this ship, anyways, so at least we'd be in it together.
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[ She presses a hand against her mouth again. ]
Seriouslywhere'satoilet.