[It still feels real, still feels- those had been yoyos in his hands, but they'd been full of poison, and he was- that boy- Ciro shakes his head slowly, feeling out for a couch cushion. It just hurts too much.... Even thinking hurts too much. All he can do is try to curl up, and hide his head beneath a cushion.]
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[It still feels real, still feels- those had been yoyos in his hands, but they'd been full of poison, and he was- that boy- Ciro shakes his head slowly, feeling out for a couch cushion. It just hurts too much.... Even thinking hurts too much. All he can do is try to curl up, and hide his head beneath a cushion.]
[No more internet for him tonight.]