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Ms. Solo

[goodtome]

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[Armin raises a hand to stop the young woman, but he doesn't have the breath to call her back himself. It doesn't matter, as in a moment he's already there again, but well ahead of her this time. His legs give out and he drops shakily to the mud, splashing it around himself in a wide arc.

Tears drip down his cheeks now, but he still can't catch his breath to actually be of any use to her. He holds up a hand instead, though that's also a bit shaky.]

Please wait.

[He can't communicate with his voice, but perhaps she'll understand the motion. He doesn't want to be responsible for someone else getting hurt. Especially not over something as ridiculous as this.]

[flownsolo]

[ His gesture is enough to stop her in her tracks, only then he isn't where she thought he was; he's ahead of her falling into the mud. She has to splash to catch up, feeling slow and clumsy by comparison, and by the time she's made it to his side again she has an inkling that she'd actually made the situation worse. She's never seen anything quite like that.

Is he crying? ]

Are you, uh- are you alright? [ She gives him a wider berth, resisting the urge to reach out and touch his shoulder. ]

[goodtome]

[He's humiliated, honestly. It's a pathetic display, nothing to be proud of. He is grateful for the offer of help, the attempt even. The concern from a complete stranger. He feels like she must be a kind young woman. It makes him feel worse about the way he responds with something like a dry heave.

This isn't even real, he knows that. It's tough to convince his side to stop aching all the same. Armin nods, not sure how convincing it is now, but hoping to communicate that he's fine. Really. A little tired and embarrassed, but not injured or facing down any danger. He even musters up a wan smile, hoping that will be a reassurance. It takes him a few long moments to start to catch his breath.]

I made... a mistake. Drank something. Can't...stop. Running.