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「 Maybe nobody will notice, he thinks. Nobody will see him crawling back like some kind of wounded animal, bruised and clearly looking like he’d lost whatever fight he got into. A thumb flakes some dried blood off his lip, eyes constantly darting around to make sure he won’t make the same mistake he already has. He’s almost home free, but his nerves are fried to hell and beyond, evident by the way he looks like somebody on the run.
To be honest, at this point, he has every right to be thinking that.
Chase finally allows himself a breath after he crosses another street, doubled over with hand on knee as his chest heaves. He feels ill, surrounded by undesirable noises and sounds which grate his ears, but soon he’ll be able to block it out, if only for a little while.
At least, that’s what he thinks, until he realizes there’s somebody right in front of him, feet and legs and finally an unfriendly-looking face that becomes visible the moment he jolts straight up once again. 」
Holy shit--
「 He cuts himself off, trying to swallow his shock despite how shaken he is by the sudden appearance. 」
U-Uh...Hey?
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