[koby feels it one after another -- the absence of that soft, mossygreen light in his consciousness, stoic and solemn and steady, and the ripple of agony through tangerineorange when nami finds out. his head aches, his back singed and bandaged up, but some things are more important.
the bleed of blushing pink, reaching out, aching, sorrowful, accompanies the message:]
Nami, I'm sorry. I'm so, so, sorry. Where are you? [he knows, of course he already knows, he means will you let me come see you?]
text; un: koby
the bleed of blushing pink, reaching out, aching, sorrowful, accompanies the message:]
Nami, I'm sorry.
I'm so, so, sorry.
Where are you? [he knows, of course he already knows, he means will you let me come see you?]