[ it had been under thirty minutes, heine was sure, but the fact had become clear probably on the fifth minute of him being dumped into what he could only quantify as hell - he hated this place. and that's a lot coming from something borne out of a lab, with violence and bullets sewn into every sinew.
maybe he just really hated the suffocating green. the shock of colour when everything about heine was painted in monochrome.
when he ventures into the clearing, the first display he catches is the somewhat odd ceremony of cerevice held, or waved about and yelled at. the second thing he catches is the dog.
the dog that is speaking, and scanning him for injuries and it's an immediate frown, dismissive and biting and canine. ] ... There are none.
[ red eyes turn to tadashi instead. ] - That thing broken, then?
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maybe he just really hated the suffocating green. the shock of colour when everything about heine was painted in monochrome.
when he ventures into the clearing, the first display he catches is the somewhat odd ceremony of cerevice held, or waved about and yelled at. the second thing he catches is the dog.
the dog that is speaking, and scanning him for injuries and it's an immediate frown, dismissive and biting and canine. ] ... There are none.
[ red eyes turn to tadashi instead. ] - That thing broken, then?