[ green, with hazel— not purple. and wide with shock, like he's seen a ghost. unlike most possessions, falco knows what's happening. he can see it in that suspended space so far away that he can't reach, but is suddenly thrown out of— spat back out, almost. the only lapses in memory are the things he can't hear. he can see— he just can't hear. and it's all terrifying when he wants to close his eyes and reject that tiny little screen from a distance, and can't.
every hair on him stands on end; his shoulders rise in a cringe, and something tastes like sulfur in his mouth. he could taste, exhales it, wishes he could answer peter better than he does now, but— ]
—C—Can I use your bathroom?
[ such a suddenly odd thing to ask for— but falco's abrupt urgency was spelled out by a rapid onset of paleness. ]
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every hair on him stands on end; his shoulders rise in a cringe, and something tastes like sulfur in his mouth. he could taste, exhales it, wishes he could answer peter better than he does now, but— ]
—C—Can I use your bathroom?
[ such a suddenly odd thing to ask for— but falco's abrupt urgency was spelled out by a rapid onset of paleness. ]