<a href="https://possiblyfunny.tumblr.com/" style="text-decoration:underline;">possiblyfunny</a>:
<p><i><b>…</b></i></p><p><i>[hurriedly draws a shaky, rough sketch of both figures so I don’t forget (and to potentially show Ace at some point)]</i></p><p>Fire…? <i>Hey</i>, Red… Are you-?</p><p>Can you…look up for a second…? <i>Please…?</i></p>
You find a few pens and a highlighter on the desk to help with your drawing.
A sketch has been added to your inventory.
With that done, you turn your attention to the man on the other side of the camera. His head remains lowered, and he still remains as motionless as you last saw him- at least, at a first glance. But…
“…..”
It’s such a quiet sound, but it comes through the speaker. A shaky breath, trying to hold back a sob.
