[Not good, not good. Something is definitely wrong, and it's strikingly obvious. Shit, this hadn't been his intention at all, and now he's scrambling to try to make things right.]
Woah, woah. Hey.
[Colour bleeds back into his form, and he keeps his touch soft as he rubs the reaper's arm in as soothing a manner as he can manage.]
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Woah, woah. Hey.
[Colour bleeds back into his form, and he keeps his touch soft as he rubs the reaper's arm in as soothing a manner as he can manage.]
No, shit, I'm sorry.