[Emotions are happening, along with... A LOT of other things. Almost all at once. VERY quickly. Fortunately, Coordinators think fast.
00:00:221. A hot fraction of a second where Dearka almost wonders if maybe the nausea that suddenly hits him is from anxiety over having blurted out such an important thing with absolutely ZERO percent irony OR deflective goofiness. Like, is he having some kind of panic attack or something, just because he told his boyfriend with full unabashed sincerity that he loves him? That shocked expression on Yzak's face: what does that mean?
00:00:457. The lights flicker. Alarm bells start ringing faintly in the back of Dearka's head. Why? It's pinging something familiar, something he's been reviewing a lot lately—
00:00:785. Ratio. The lights, just before he disappeared, flickered just like this, he saw it on the surveillance tapes over and over—
00:01:000. Dearka's eyes flit back to meet Yzak's again, wide with dawning horror.
00:01:010. He registers the squeeze of Yzak's hand on his, vice-like, yanking, down—
He doesn't waste time voicing his protest. Pulled into a low stoop, bent at the waist, his own hand squeezing back on Yzak's just as tightly. TWO hands, then, his second clapping around Yzak's forearm as well, doubling his grip. He plants one foot back, strengthening his stance, teeth bared in an ugly, determined grimace. No. No, he won't fucking let him—!
00:00:990 remaining... Give or take a few tenths. He COULD do this for as long as it takes... But we all know he won't get the time.]
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00:00:221. A hot fraction of a second where Dearka almost wonders if maybe the nausea that suddenly hits him is from anxiety over having blurted out such an important thing with absolutely ZERO percent irony OR deflective goofiness. Like, is he having some kind of panic attack or something, just because he told his boyfriend with full unabashed sincerity that he loves him? That shocked expression on Yzak's face: what does that mean?
00:00:457. The lights flicker. Alarm bells start ringing faintly in the back of Dearka's head. Why? It's pinging something familiar, something he's been reviewing a lot lately—
00:00:785. Ratio. The lights, just before he disappeared, flickered just like this, he saw it on the surveillance tapes over and over—
00:01:000. Dearka's eyes flit back to meet Yzak's again, wide with dawning horror.
00:01:010. He registers the squeeze of Yzak's hand on his, vice-like, yanking, down—
He doesn't waste time voicing his protest. Pulled into a low stoop, bent at the waist, his own hand squeezing back on Yzak's just as tightly. TWO hands, then, his second clapping around Yzak's forearm as well, doubling his grip. He plants one foot back, strengthening his stance, teeth bared in an ugly, determined grimace. No. No, he won't fucking let him—!
00:00:990 remaining... Give or take a few tenths. He COULD do this for as long as it takes... But we all know he won't get the time.]