[For a moment, Emporio's jaw hangs open- then it snaps closed with a click, as he looks off screen and considers his words.
He does open his mouth once or twice, but nothing seems to come out. There's something he's clearly trying to say, wanting to say, and yet...
(It's been so long. He's worked up but not the same way he ever expected. If it were 3 years ago he'd be breaking down into tears but instead his mind reels with questions like 'how long is he going to be here' 'has he met Hermana' 'does he know-')
Emporio swallows, and speaks- voice much deeper than the squeaky, alarmed sound he had exclaimed with before, the sound that no doubt actually resembled his voice at twelve- somewhat hesitantly.] I-
Yeah. ...Yeah, it's Emporio. I...
[And he blurts-] Pucci's dead.
[no wait, bad, that needs context.] I killed him.
[shit no that's worse] It-
It's over now, it's... He can't finish what he was doing anymore!
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He does open his mouth once or twice, but nothing seems to come out. There's something he's clearly trying to say, wanting to say, and yet...
(It's been so long. He's worked up but not the same way he ever expected. If it were 3 years ago he'd be breaking down into tears but instead his mind reels with questions like 'how long is he going to be here' 'has he met Hermana' 'does he know-')
Emporio swallows, and speaks- voice much deeper than the squeaky, alarmed sound he had exclaimed with before, the sound that no doubt actually resembled his voice at twelve- somewhat hesitantly.] I-
Yeah. ...Yeah, it's Emporio. I...
[And he blurts-] Pucci's dead.
[no wait, bad, that needs context.] I killed him.
[shit no that's worse] It-
It's over now, it's... He can't finish what he was doing anymore!
[he's bad at this]