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Jake T. Dog ([personal profile] doooooog) wrote 2023-04-08 05:02 am (UTC)

[ The words hit him in a strange order, almost like music played out of tempo.

Here Jake was at a steady 4/4 time signature, moving through his day. Just before this call came through, he'd been wondering what to make for dinner that night. Maybe Finn would be in the mood for corndogs again. Ever since Finn snuck out to make them with Itachi, Jake had been seriously jonesing. They could eat them in the sunlight room, have a little picnic, pretend they were in Ooo for a bit. Just a normal end of a normal day.

Now here was Wei Wuxian, only the notes he played came in a scattered 3/4 beats per measure. Finn, hurt. McCoy, he'll be fine. What did that mean? McCoy will be fine? No, that's not right. That couldn't be right.

You need to be here. You need to come.

I don't know what happened.

Finn, hurt.

Shaking his head, Jake feels as if his whole world just slowed to 2/2 time. He nods dumbly, not realizing that Wei Wuxian couldn't see him. ]


Infirmary? [ There's a long pause as he considers his own question. Even if Wei Wuxian answers affirmatively, Jake continues to play out his reaction as if he couldn't hear him. ] No, yeah, duh. Okay. I'm comin'. Tell him I'm comin'.

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