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[ninetoes]

You've reached Izzy Hands. Leave a fuckin message.

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[ninetoes]

"Yeah, that's why I told you not to freak out. Come back, come back."

Izzy chases a little bit but he doesn't love being out of the room in just the chiton.

"Darcy, come on. I want to show you."

[saltwaterlungs]

"Oh yeah- just tell me not to freak out when you stab yourself, that'll just totally work."

She rolls her eyes and flips him off as she leaves.

"No. I don't want to see it. Is it really that fucking weird that I don't want to see you get hurt, even if it wouldn't work?"

[ninetoes]

...yes?

Izzy stops and straightens himself up a little, at a loss. That is such a wild perspective for someone to take in his world, much less him, specifically.

He's... going to be thinking about this one for a while, wilting there like an idiot.

"I- No. Not when you put it like that."

[saltwaterlungs]

Darcy huffs, casting one last sidelong look before storming the rest of the way off to cool her head.