[He'd known it was gone almost as soon as he'd found himself here; the thrumming and the buzzing and the formless whispering, the ache in his neck that never goes away, the collar--hard not to notice when something that's so intrinsically a part of himself is suddenly absent.]
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Date: 2015-06-24 01:03 pm (UTC)[ There's a frown as he folds his arms across his chest. ]
Can't say I feel ill so it's prolly not that...
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Date: 2015-06-24 02:44 pm (UTC)[He'd known it was gone almost as soon as he'd found himself here; the thrumming and the buzzing and the formless whispering, the ache in his neck that never goes away, the collar--hard not to notice when something that's so intrinsically a part of himself is suddenly absent.]
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Date: 2015-06-25 02:23 pm (UTC)[ there's a frown there. Something that could tip him off about what's causing that weird feeling.
Ooh, idea!
He's just going to turn his attention back to Giovanni now. ]
you wouldn't have a mirror on you, would you?
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Date: 2015-06-26 11:05 am (UTC)[He shakes his head softly, regards his conversation partner with a detached kind of interest.]
Unfortunately not. It seems they took all my belongings along with everything else.
[Not that he generally carries a mirror around with him, anyway.]
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Date: 2015-06-26 01:08 pm (UTC)[ And a sigh. ]
ah well. Brothers in suffering'n all that, I suppose.