[He mouths keep moving forward to himself, brows furrowed with some concentration.
Five, six turns. Like a countdown of sorts, it at least can keep his mind focused on it than on the fact that he may very well not have endured enough in the wake of August's cruel events. If he says he'll be able to keep moving... then Diarmuid must do the same, though his hands shake to push the button again (the effects of before still hit him, paranoia gripping him like talons) —
It's going to hurt me now, he thinks with sharp panic.
But then he steps forward again, and the confetti pops loud in his ears.
... Again...?
For some reason, the luck feels like water torture. There's no way this shall last.]
... It says — move ahead... four spaces.
[He moves hesitantly, eyes flicking back to see if Tony's alright.]
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Five, six turns. Like a countdown of sorts, it at least can keep his mind focused on it than on the fact that he may very well not have endured enough in the wake of August's cruel events. If he says he'll be able to keep moving... then Diarmuid must do the same, though his hands shake to push the button again (the effects of before still hit him, paranoia gripping him like talons) —
It's going to hurt me now, he thinks with sharp panic.
But then he steps forward again, and the confetti pops loud in his ears.
... Again...?
For some reason, the luck feels like water torture. There's no way this shall last.]
... It says — move ahead... four spaces.
[He moves hesitantly, eyes flicking back to see if Tony's alright.]