Ignorance

(H i) (What kind of angst) (Also wanna revive the group rp)

Emile buried his face in Sleep's chest, letting it all out. He wasn't sure how he'd gotten here, s•bbing in the arms of practically a stranger, but it was 10x ...

Emile took a shaky deep breath, before explaining the whole ordeal in more detail. It caused him to c•y a bit more, but it also released a bit of stress.

“...o-okay...” And just like that, he latched onto Sleep, holding onto him tightly.

Emile shook his head softly. Coffee alone wasn’t enough to help him out, especially not after such a traumatic event.

Emile shrugged a bit, taking the coffee when it was held out to him. He took a small sip.

“...I-I dunno...” He probably needed a hug and some comfort.

Emile glanced at the person beside him. He looked and sounded a lot like Critic... it was slightly comforting. Not much, but a start. "..g-gone... Critic, King, Luther, Sailor, even ...

(Alright, and remember to tell me if you get uncomfy) Emile was huddled against a tree, bunched up and s*bbing. He'd made it out, but his friends? Not so lucky. ...

(Same here lol, no offense. (At this rate, do we really need to say no offense?-) Do you want to go to when Erin finds Emile or not?)

"...Huh... that does make a lot of sense now."

"...Ohh, you mean how long have I existed. About 4 years now, I think I was a result of some sort of creativity split or whatever."

(Wdym-)

"In the mindscraps? About 3 years now... it hasn't gotten much better from when I first arrived..."

"...Oh..." Revenge frowned, awkwardly patting Luther's shoulder.