"I'll find you." He doubles over, palms to knees, and sucks in breath like buckets from a well. "We're good at finding each other. Remember?"
It's not something he regrets, and it's not meant to be a barb. It's a fact. R stumbled into his hideouts multiple times, and Howard found R in that closet, and somehow they just end up in the same place at the same time often enough that Howard can believe it to be a trend. In a way it's almost comforting. My zombie will always come for me, Princess Buttercup didn't quite say.
There's still a shakiness to Howard's gestures, a lack of surefootedness, that isn't typical for him at the Cornucopia. There's a paleness that seems to originate from under his nose and spread down to his neck, fear sucking the blood from his lips.
"He's back, R. He's back and I bet he's mad, I know how that guy thinks, he-" Howard realizes this isn't making catching his breath any easier, so he gives himself a moment. "Don't trust him. Don't."
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It's not something he regrets, and it's not meant to be a barb. It's a fact. R stumbled into his hideouts multiple times, and Howard found R in that closet, and somehow they just end up in the same place at the same time often enough that Howard can believe it to be a trend. In a way it's almost comforting. My zombie will always come for me, Princess Buttercup didn't quite say.
There's still a shakiness to Howard's gestures, a lack of surefootedness, that isn't typical for him at the Cornucopia. There's a paleness that seems to originate from under his nose and spread down to his neck, fear sucking the blood from his lips.
"He's back, R. He's back and I bet he's mad, I know how that guy thinks, he-" Howard realizes this isn't making catching his breath any easier, so he gives himself a moment. "Don't trust him. Don't."