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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

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[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]