[Yeah, something DEFINITELY sounds off about his voice. Ichi manages to stumble to his feet, dropping the comic and chips completely, his movements stiff and jerky like he's having trouble moving properly.]
I gotta go take a dump...
[But he doesn't make it two steps before it feels like something's suddenly trying to crush all his internal organs at once, and he collapses to the ground with a pathetic whine. Or is that a moan? It's never easy to tell, with Ichimatsu.
At any rate, this is it, huh? Some glass got inside his blood vessels or something and now it's made it to his heart, and he's going to die. Well, he went out doing the world a service, anyway. He clutches at his chest, curling up as tightly as he can with what feels like half his body not obeying him and awaiting the inevitable.]
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[Yeah, something DEFINITELY sounds off about his voice. Ichi manages to stumble to his feet, dropping the comic and chips completely, his movements stiff and jerky like he's having trouble moving properly.]
I gotta go take a dump...
[But he doesn't make it two steps before it feels like something's suddenly trying to crush all his internal organs at once, and he collapses to the ground with a pathetic whine. Or is that a moan? It's never easy to tell, with Ichimatsu.
At any rate, this is it, huh? Some glass got inside his blood vessels or something and now it's made it to his heart, and he's going to die. Well, he went out doing the world a service, anyway. He clutches at his chest, curling up as tightly as he can with what feels like half his body not obeying him and awaiting the inevitable.]