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[kyley_b]

((Post event. CW: discussions of violence, body horror, injury and loss of limb in comments.))


[The feed shows a skinny redhead who is somehow even paler than usual - his skin is parchment white, with deep dark pouches under his eyes. His curls are matted.

Yeah, he looks like shit.]

Uhm. Hi. Hi, uh. It's Kyle. Uhm.

I. Uh. Is. Is everybody okay? I hope you're all okay. Uhm. I'm...

[His face crumples.] I'm not. I'm not okay, I'm SO not okay.

Comments

[kyley_b]

They have Michael Jackson where you're from? [He manages a smile.] Not my favourite guy, but that's a story for another time I'm sure.

Yeah? How come? I'm not hiding ay big secrets he could possibly be interested in. I'm pretty sure everyone here knows everything about me. [Liar.]

[dr_riley]

Oh yes, Michael Jackson, Tony Blair, Martha Stewart. Infinite realities, you know. Bound to be infinite near-identical ones.

[ Drake takes that moment to sip at his tea, and when Kyle asks why, he grimaces over the rim. ]

He doesn't know the first thing about doctor patient confidentiality, for one. Smarmy blighter wanted me to tell him whatever I found out from interviewing Mr. Kaplan - ie, none of his damned business.

[kyley_b]

It's trippy to think about.

That's kinda fucked up, yeah. Like I don't know why he would care.

You know, you're not nearly as much of a dick as you come off at first.