[One step, two, his steps are shuffling, as if he's not picking his feet up high enough to take a proper step. He lurches past her hand and into the living room, peering around. The apartment appears empty, save for Terezi, and that's perfect.
His arm is still bleeding, a thick trickle from a thin hairline slice, and his knuckles sting from where they'd been split over a brick wall or two. Or six.
Everything about him slumps, as if tired -- and he is -- and he sighs.] You don't got any AJ do you?
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[One step, two, his steps are shuffling, as if he's not picking his feet up high enough to take a proper step. He lurches past her hand and into the living room, peering around. The apartment appears empty, save for Terezi, and that's perfect.
His arm is still bleeding, a thick trickle from a thin hairline slice, and his knuckles sting from where they'd been split over a brick wall or two. Or six.
Everything about him slumps, as if tired -- and he is -- and he sighs.] You don't got any AJ do you?