[ so, hunter has snuck out of the hospital to return to his room! in his (incorrect) opinion, he is well enough to go back to training and studying. or something. in the dead of the night, he returns to his room, aiming to get his books and papers and items, and--- ]
[ a naked man lands directly on him, feet first ]
G---Aaah!
[ hunter makes a good cushion, at least!! he's flattened, lying prone cartoonishly with choso crouching on him. ]
[ (as for the room, it's extremely plain. no style upgrades or personal touches whatsoever. the only thing of note is that there are piles of notes and books ]
[ not an empty room, but about as lived-in as a storage area. though he peers about, it takes choso all of six very heavy seconds to realize why the floor isn’t half as cold or hard as he’d have expected, and that’s only when he chances to look down at his erstwhile welcome mat.
oh. he remembers this guy. ]
Hello. It’s past midnight, what are you doing?
[ asks the very last guy who should be asking. he sort of crab-steps off the poor l’il dude, to allow him the opportunity to exist uncrushed. ]
[ oh good, he's shouting. he'll probably be fine. it doesn't really occur to choso to remember everything else all at once until the little guy goes a little quiet and very hot in the face, and only then does he look down again. like, down down. ]
[ and then the giant naked man blips out of existence again with another little crackle-pop. the air smells faintly of iron and laundry sheets where he'd just been. ]
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[ a naked man lands directly on him, feet first ]
G---Aaah!
[ hunter makes a good cushion, at least!! he's flattened, lying prone cartoonishly with choso crouching on him. ]
[ (as for the room, it's extremely plain. no style upgrades or personal touches whatsoever. the only thing of note is that there are piles of notes and books ]
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oh. he remembers this guy. ]
Hello. It’s past midnight, what are you doing?
[ asks the very last guy who should be asking. he sort of crab-steps off the poor l’il dude, to allow him the opportunity to exist uncrushed. ]
Ah, wait. Are you alive?
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[ but once choso is off, he peels his face off the ground, a big red mark on his face from the impact ]
[ oh no he mad ]
What am I doing? You're the one who just teleported into my roo--
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[ so naked. so ripped. so naked. so naked???? ]
[ hunter just freezes up, going completely red ]
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... Good day.
[ and then the giant naked man blips out of existence again with another little crackle-pop. the air smells faintly of iron and laundry sheets where he'd just been. ]
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