[It's like a rumble of an approaching storm, right when it's about to hit, when it smells like ozone and rain, when the crackle of lightning builds and builds and -- vanishes, without culminating. Koby's left uneasy, unsure what's just happened, what he'd very nearly averted having hit him like a tidal wave. He chalks it up to the house, the party, the odd emotions afterwards.
And then: Louis. The warm forest green of his presence (which had been there, but muted, carefully controlled, and in the wake of Luffy and Usopp's disappearances, of course Koby hadn't pushed beyond a tertiary check-in), laced with something, something aching.
The message is -- alarming, yes, but less so than it would've been if Koby hadn't sought Lestat out. Still, he's worried, uneasy, reaching out mentally as well as in the reply text:]
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And then: Louis. The warm forest green of his presence (which had been there, but muted, carefully controlled, and in the wake of Luffy and Usopp's disappearances, of course Koby hadn't pushed beyond a tertiary check-in), laced with something, something aching.
The message is -- alarming, yes, but less so than it would've been if Koby hadn't sought Lestat out. Still, he's worried, uneasy, reaching out mentally as well as in the reply text:]
Thank you for telling me. Are you
Okay?