just grabs a fucking drink from the bar and holds it in a vice grip before going around to make sure the injured people aren't, like, reopening their wounds and shit. god. mizu's thoughts are mostly comprised of tense silence and a very quiet, somewhat frustrated shit upon taking in everyone's injuries again.
and then sometimes the tavern will shift, and you suddenly find yourself standing in the middle of a burning hallway, overlooking a burning city. this will only last for a handful of seconds before we're all back in our cozy tavern, because you are all so fucking injured and traumatized already........]
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just grabs a fucking drink from the bar and holds it in a vice grip before going around to make sure the injured people aren't, like, reopening their wounds and shit. god. mizu's thoughts are mostly comprised of tense silence and a very quiet, somewhat frustrated shit upon taking in everyone's injuries again.
and then sometimes the tavern will shift, and you suddenly find yourself standing in the middle of a burning hallway, overlooking a burning city. this will only last for a handful of seconds before we're all back in our cozy tavern, because you are all so fucking injured and traumatized already........]