Yo!

(Heart managed to move away from the window and eventually stood. They try to wipe off some of the green stains on their clothing to no avail, not even a little. He doesn't even bother with the leaves and twigs.) (After a moment of looking around his room, his attention turns to the door. They wonder if the other two are here, with them... disappearing, for who knows how long. He can go looking, can't he?) (A few seconds of hesitance later, he approaches the door and opens it, stepping out into the hall. Fog still clings to his thoughts and he hardly knows how he ends up in the living room. But Mind is here. So at least one of them is here.) (Words don't come, so they just approach. Usually one to walk quietly, they try to make their steps heard this time.)

*He mutters under his breath.*

I don't know, Soul was being stupid I assumed. Ugh

{Cracks in the skin bleed and leak pus, limbs stretched out unnaturally with the keratin formations beginning to grow over his hands like claws. There are still wheezing breaths, but they're sparse and quiet. The color of the sky outside is slowly beginning to dim.}

oh kaaaay real shit though girlie pop girlboss, you should probably go check on the melted twizzler it's losing like ssssoooooooooo much blood, like buuuuckets of blood

Soul? Soul!

{The door creaks open slowly. Souls upper half, with growths of keratin and pulsating flesh dotting his body, is dripping blood and pus into the bathtub. Pills cover the floor of the bathroom in an array of colors like a shadow behind him.}

What..

{Someone cannot be ""alright"" in a state like that. The masses of flesh pulse in rhythm to a tune no one can hear, and the lightest twitch still comes from Soul's fingers. The slurry of fluids keeps flowing and mixing at a steady pace, dripping down the bathtub drain. There is a faint wheeze.}

*He didn't want to leave Soul to die, but he didn't want to be there either. He had to think of something, but it can't be here.*

{The wheezing breaths, though quiet, almost seem to echo as Mind walks away.}

oh kaaaay real shit though girlie pop girlboss, you should probably go check on the melted twizzler it's losing like ssssoooooooooo much blood, like buuuuckets of blood

Soul? Soul!

{The door creaks open slowly. Souls upper half, with growths of keratin and pulsating flesh dotting his body, is dripping blood and pus into the bathtub. Pills cover the floor of the bathroom in an array of colors like a shadow behind him.}

What..

{Someone cannot be ""alright"" in a state like that. The masses of flesh pulse in rhythm to a tune no one can hear, and the lightest twitch still comes from Soul's fingers. The slurry of fluids keeps flowing and mixing at a steady pace, dripping down the bathtub drain. There is a faint wheeze.}

oh kaaaay real shit though girlie pop girlboss, you should probably go check on the melted twizzler it's losing like ssssoooooooooo much blood, like buuuuckets of blood

Soul? Soul!

{The door creaks open slowly. Souls upper half, with growths of keratin and pulsating flesh dotting his body, is dripping blood and pus into the bathtub. Pills cover the floor of the bathroom in an array of colors like a shadow behind him.}

oh kaaaay real shit though girlie pop girlboss, you should probably go check on the melted twizzler it's losing like ssssoooooooooo much blood, like buuuuckets of blood