[ O-oh, hi bro is going! Gorgug starts to move, but does immediately remember the arm, so he grabs that...just because it seems better than to leave it around, and maybe he can figure out something very smart on the journey to the hospital.
Like mending? Mending might be an idea. But Gorgug isn't thinking about fixing things more than he is a fight, and while Fabian is heading for the front door- ]
W-wait! [ Sorry, bro, he knows this is urgent, but Gorgug is...panicking for just a second in place, before rushing over to the kitchen. Which he at least knows the location of, thanks to most of these houses being identical, and he's looking around more frantically than he needs to for what he wants.
But Gorgug finds it, and there's a loud clattering and smashing that we don't need to think of--Gorgug isn't, though there's a loud ] SHUT UP! [ directed, apparently, at the noise as he's rushing back into the hall.
Cheeks flushed a dark colour, and Gorgug holds in his hand: a frying pan.
Bro, he's armed. And ready.
(And he might've just torn off the pan rack from the wall, but nevermind that.) ]
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Like mending? Mending might be an idea. But Gorgug isn't thinking about fixing things more than he is a fight, and while Fabian is heading for the front door- ]
W-wait! [ Sorry, bro, he knows this is urgent, but Gorgug is...panicking for just a second in place, before rushing over to the kitchen. Which he at least knows the location of, thanks to most of these houses being identical, and he's looking around more frantically than he needs to for what he wants.
But Gorgug finds it, and there's a loud clattering and smashing that we don't need to think of--Gorgug isn't, though there's a loud ] SHUT UP! [ directed, apparently, at the noise as he's rushing back into the hall.
Cheeks flushed a dark colour, and Gorgug holds in his hand: a frying pan.
Bro, he's armed. And ready.
(And he might've just torn off the pan rack from the wall, but nevermind that.) ]