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Sweet dreams are made of these...
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so he actually does consider just going for the door, like Coil seems to be implying... but when he turns a little to go look at it, he notices something familiar in the corner. forget the door--he's got to go check this out.
because that looks like... his coat. he's sure of it, once he can see the stitches and repairs he knows he's done. which is when he looks down at the coat he is definitely still wearing, which is also his coat...
...okay, what the fuck.]
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it's a little hard to tell with the bandages in the way, but Coil winces when Zhas detours toward the closet. he follows, but it's in that hovering, high-strung, impatient way that would get on the older man's nerves later on in life.]
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he's going to try to leave. he'd rather not deal with this... whatever it is.]
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a hand shoves into his face, and the kid recoils with a muffled yelp of pain.
you go and yank on that door in vain, Zhas. he's going to be over here holding his poor wounded face.]
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...whoops. guess those bandages were actually there for a reason...
he doesn't exactly know what to do about it, especially here, but he walks back over to Coil again anyway. maybe it's the thought that counts? he brings his hand up a little ways towards the boy's face, but hesitates, signing 'sorry' with that hand instead.]
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even more than he usually does, he's expecting to be hurt, here. maybe it's the difference in age.
with his remaining eye watering with pain, he turns away to shuffle over to the nearest table. amongst the clutter is a little stack of folded rags, and he dunks one of them in a tray that has been catching some of the leaking, icy water. then, after wringing as much water out of it as he possibly can--he's not supposed to get his bandages wet--he presses the cool cloth to what bits of irritated skin around his missing eye and injured mouth that he can get to.]
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as he looks around for something to do, his gaze settles on the coat hanging on the wall again, and he gets a bizarre little idea. since this is probably a dream, what's the harm in it? he walks back over to it again, and goes to pick it up off the wall.]
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no light peeks in through the crack in the door, but there is the distinct sound of heavy footfalls crunching over broken glass.]
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and what does he do with things that get in the way? well, he can't exactly crush its throat or kick it in the face, but he does march over to the door and immediately shove it closed again, without giving a second of thought to what may be on the other side.
so much for that gimmick. he crosses over towards Coil after, instead.]
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he knows what's out there, though... so, maybe it doesn't matter that the door is shut. this might be close enough.]