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[littletonoidea]

"This is the audio log of Communications Officer Doug Eiffel of the-- previously of the U.S.S Hephaestus, leave a message and I'll see if I can bear to drag myself away from whatever utterly engaging task I must be doing to not notice my comms--"

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[littletonoidea]

[Eiffel's in no position to try and stop him. Still desperately trying to smooth out his breathing, with the panic only making his throat tighter again and nearly forcing fresh coughs out, asthmatic gasps off the tail end of a smoker's coughing fit and a sore throat as well.

When words do manage to make it between the pain and the breathlessness, they're monosyllabic at best, and the fear is still clear in his tremulous words.]

Sure. Y-yeah. Let's... t'morr'w. Okay. Hoooookay. [He takes a long breath and a disgustingly wet sniff.] Try... t'take. Iteezy. Okay...?

[extendedbrutalpipemurder]

Of course, warden.

[ it takes longer than he wants, which is to say it takes more time than immediately before Elias feels stable enough on his feet to let go of the railing.

his voice sounds shaky in his own ears. he needs to leave ]

I'll-- see you then.