[no, couldn't be the manager, those words were too kind. and also directed at him. mostly the directed at him part meant it couldn't be the manager. oh. hm.]
[befuddled and grumpy, he rolls back over on his stomach, the uneven ground nothing more than a chilly annoyance through the roughed-up material of his uniform. more annoying was his uniform's plating, the metal bits getting in the way of truly flattening out, but even that seemed like nothing in the grand scheme of absolute exhaustion. maybe the presence would go away if he kept his eyes closed long enough... that wouldn't be so bad. though he swore he recognized that voice, even if it wasn--]
[n-nnGH!] Ooow, oowww, owowow whhhhhyyyyy...?!
[squirming pathetically after the jaw, that bloodshot eye once again cracked open to glare upward. who...? who--?!]
... kame...?
[what evil powers possessed her to try to rouse him so... and laugh at his pain, nonetheless!]
Why're you-- doing what you're doing, Akame? What gives...
[attempting to leverage himself up on an elbow, managing it for a brief second, and then once again collapsing down with a long, unhappy groan. s i g h. why. maybe he should get up, but--!]
You're blocking the moon, Akame. You're making it even colder than it already is!
[what a drama queen. too bad he was too focused on being a whiny brat to remember what made him fall here in the first place (or maybe that was fortune acting in his favor).]
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[befuddled and grumpy, he rolls back over on his stomach, the uneven ground nothing more than a chilly annoyance through the roughed-up material of his uniform. more annoying was his uniform's plating, the metal bits getting in the way of truly flattening out, but even that seemed like nothing in the grand scheme of absolute exhaustion. maybe the presence would go away if he kept his eyes closed long enough... that wouldn't be so bad. though he swore he recognized that voice, even if it wasn--]
[n-nnGH!] Ooow, oowww, owowow whhhhhyyyyy...?!
[squirming pathetically after the jaw, that bloodshot eye once again cracked open to glare upward. who...? who--?!]
... kame...?
[what evil powers possessed her to try to rouse him so... and laugh at his pain, nonetheless!]
Why're you-- doing what you're doing, Akame? What gives...
[attempting to leverage himself up on an elbow, managing it for a brief second, and then once again collapsing down with a long, unhappy groan. s i g h. why. maybe he should get up, but--!]
You're blocking the moon, Akame. You're making it even colder than it already is!
[what a drama queen. too bad he was too focused on being a whiny brat to remember what made him fall here in the first place (or maybe that was fortune acting in his favor).]