[Honestly it takes Koby a hot second to figure out what Hao's saying, mostly because he typically sends much, much shorter messages. But the meaning makes itself clear finally: he'd been worried, he'd been frustrated by not being allowed to come see Koby. Because he didn't hate him. Because he cared.
In the hazy, strange, still-new world of color and sound and emotion, Koby's blush-colored aura nudges up against Hao's, a pulse of something between fondness and gratitude, something akin to a drowning man clinging to a life preserver, to that teary-eyed thankfulness up against the wall of Otherworld.]
It wasn't just you. Nobody could come see me, not my crew, not my boyfriend, not anyone except Shanks. Because he's the only person here who knew what was happening and how to keep it from killing me.
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[Honestly it takes Koby a hot second to figure out what Hao's saying, mostly because he typically sends much, much shorter messages. But the meaning makes itself clear finally: he'd been worried, he'd been frustrated by not being allowed to come see Koby. Because he didn't hate him. Because he cared.
In the hazy, strange, still-new world of color and sound and emotion, Koby's blush-colored aura nudges up against Hao's, a pulse of something between fondness and gratitude, something akin to a drowning man clinging to a life preserver, to that teary-eyed thankfulness up against the wall of Otherworld.]
It wasn't just you. Nobody could come see me, not my crew, not my boyfriend, not anyone except Shanks. Because he's the only person here who knew what was happening and how to keep it from killing me.
Well. But do you LIKE me?