Yes, I am. Don't presume. [ Though arguing that seems to have at least helped him try harder not to. Lightly patting his own cheek. Wake up. ] A choker. [ And more laughter that fades out tiredly while he looks to his left, trying to spot him in a crowd of masks and lights. He starts pushing himself back up from the sitting position he slid into, using the wall as leverage. ] I wasn't going to hang up. Where on the left? [ He pulls his glasses off with the goal to wipe some blood off of them, only to have a piece of the cracked lenses pop out and hit the floor ] Oh fiddlesticks.
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