[Vaguely nodding, struggling with himself to get air in his lungs, he follows her to sitting on the floor with one hand staying on hers and the other fishing in his pocket as quietly as he can. Flipping it open, texting the only number he already has memorized a simple dont leave the storage room, Oikawa stuffs his phone away again then with both hands coming to hold the one Dal Dal has on him.
They'll get themselves together, get what they came for, and go back. Things will be fine.]
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regna
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Date: 2015-08-19 05:09 pm (UTC)They'll get themselves together, get what they came for, and go back. Things will be fine.]