[ It's a sudden smattering of red he encounters, sending him pivoting backwards until he trips over his own stupidly long legs, stumbling to the floor before a single, solitary blip of crimson.
A crimsonblip that sounds suspiciously Angelesque.
That can't be right. ]
Angel.
...no. Nononono, you can't be.
[ A megawhine as dread and repulsion forces him backwards. He needs to get away, get away, but shit, he hurts, moving hurts, EVERYTHING hurts. ]
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A crimsonblip that sounds suspiciously Angelesque.
That can't be right. ]
Angel.
...no. Nononono, you can't be.
[ A megawhine as dread and repulsion forces him backwards. He needs to get away, get away, but shit, he hurts, moving hurts, EVERYTHING hurts. ]