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He shut it again, rather quickly, then locked it. "It's, uh, not great. If we need to run again, will you be able to?"
"I don't know. Most of them were unprepared and asleep. Hopefully they're okay." He got up and unlocked the door, taking a peek outside.
He was silent for a long while, before looking up. "I suppose they didn't get a new ambassador in time."
"Thanks. Fortunately, I'm not a blanket hog, so I'll think you'll be okay." He rubbed his eyes.
He took the pills, but gave the sleeping bag back. "You could use this more than I could." (I'm making another modern Pirates thing! Is it okay...
He put his head down, using his hands to hold it up. "Yes, I'm okay. Are you?"
He sat against the door, listening to the outside. His heartbeat felt quick, and he was light-headed, but said nothing.
He searched the bag, taking out the requested items. "Just don't die, yeah?" Once he had everything he turned to her. "Do I have to do it? Cause...
"Let me help," he said softly, helping her take off the backpack without having to move around as much. "What do you need from it?"
Francis knelt down, his hand placed over his mouth in thought. There was worry in his eyes. "What.. What do we do?"
"Not current- Wait, are you okay?" It didn't take long for him to notice the blood. "What the *squee!*?! Why didn't you say anything?" He slammed...
He opened the door to the stairwell. "The area is solid concrete. We should be safe here for now." He hadn't noticed the blood yet.
He ran out, heading towards the staircase. "We need to get somewhere underground for now, until the attacks are over," he said back to her, facing...
He jumped up, without answering. "We need to leave. Now. Can you run? Are you okay?" He was tense, ready to run and go.
Francis took a moment to figure out what was going on. His ears ringing, he looked around for Poppy.
(Yeah, that's probably a good idea.)
"You're insulted? You're the one who's smiling right now." He shook his head and shut his eyes again, not quite wanting to sleep.
She cocked her head, then put her head back with a sigh. She closed her eyes for a moment, opening them only to watch the ceiling.
He held it in his hand, looking at it, then at her. "Alright. Just don't laugh at me," he said mockingly, before pressing the rag to his head.
"Just watching." She turned her head to look elsewhere. "That's a bit weird, though."
