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[rule_britannia]

[His handwriting is barely legible, as if he's shaking so badly he can barely hold the quill]

I need some help

Hes dead hes

Eriqs dead I dont know what to do

fuck

Comments

[rule_britannia]

.. Huh.

[That's not something he would have expected of Herbert West, but really, the mental image of he and Eriq kissing is not one that Arthur needs. He rubs the side of his head]

Maybe he fancies you.

[eighttimeshandy]

[What, Arthur doesn't find the idea of awkward nerds smooching to be appealing?]

Likely. [He tilts his head to the side, lips pursed.] I'm just not certain if I fancy him, or if I just like the attention. I suppose it doesn't matter, now.

[rule_britannia]

Knowing you, either one is a possibility.

[He shrugs and then sighs, pushing a hand through his hair and leaving bits of it sticking up. Now he's thinking about Alfred, and he doesn't want to be]

What'll you do now?

[eighttimeshandy]

I don't know. I guess have my body taken care of. Attempt to figure out how to carry books and quills and the like. Carry on like usual.

[rule_britannia]

Huh. I really didn't expect you to be so practical about all of this. I suppose that apathy has its benefits.

[eighttimeshandy]

I suppose hysterics would have been more what you were expecting? [he smirks a bit, arching an eyebrow. then he shakes his head] It just seems so pointless. I just keep thinking, "I'm dead, it doesn't matter." I'm dead, and there's no real point to anything! [His voice rises a bit in pitch, just a little bit of the aforementioned hysteria echoing in it] So why throw a fuss when it's all completely bollocks, anyway!

[rule_britannia]

You have a habit of making a fuss when it's unwarranted anyway, Eriq. Why should this be any different?

[One eyebrow quirks up slightly. At least he's stopped talking about that stupid American. Good]