[The knock wouldn't have been enough. Soldat is stressed and upset, and has only just managed to get back from mandatory dinner at Misty's with Sora, to reassure the two of them they're all right. (Not all right. Jesus fuck, we are not all right. You're fine. Just hungry.Nobody asked you, you bottomless pit.) Ignoring the urge to find something to gnaw on, anything at all, is ignoreable. For now.
But the voice from outside is impossible to ignore, or to disobey. Soldat levers themselves off the couch and trudges to the door to open it.
They look about the same as they did when they died: tac vest with body armor, combat boots and pants, hair tied back neatly. They just also look tired and tense, guilty and unhappy. It's a whole damn lot of expression for them, actually.]
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You're fine. Just hungry.Nobody asked you, you bottomless pit.) Ignoring the urge to find something to gnaw on, anything at all, is ignoreable. For now.But the voice from outside is impossible to ignore, or to disobey. Soldat levers themselves off the couch and trudges to the door to open it.
They look about the same as they did when they died: tac vest with body armor, combat boots and pants, hair tied back neatly. They just also look tired and tense, guilty and unhappy. It's a whole damn lot of expression for them, actually.]
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