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"...look, as long as you don't try to eat literally God, Josie or 999 I'll just pretend I didn't hear anything and let you go on your vore fantasies-"

" mm.. Eres tú otra vez... "

"Yep, me again!"

He's not even trying to speak Spanish. This man has been alive for more than a century, and yet he refuses to spend more than a few days on Duolingo, still.

"As long as you're here, I'll have to come around from time to time to check how you're going, so...

"Um. How do the backrooms feel being a RIPOFF??? We were here first.

The sounds of battle resound still too close for comfort as the Medic hides behind a corner, hands pressed on the gush on his side. His breath is heavy and broken, a pained expression on the visage, though his lips part in an amused smile. He chuckles, something that hurts even more, but can't hold back doing. « Bright, » he whispers through the earphone, into the private frequency. « I s-swear to God, this is the l-last time I follow your directions...! »

Well that went to shit.

Bright can just sit there, tapping the side of his jaw and watch silently as the little dot on his screen went from so, SO close to the intel of the RED Team, to a far away, dark area, all by himself.

"Hey, don't blame me. I didn't expect the guy you killed to come back to life that fast!