[Natsuno's been side-eying the whole thing in case Clarke gets herself murdered or mutilated, but didn't interfere because he wanted to see what happens if she stabs him.
He wasn't expecting it to work, but that uh. Sure is something.
But the door's unlocked and they're done here, so he wordlessly slides off his chair and leaves.
Not before he snaps he a picture of the that weird head wound. Will taking picture even work? The fuck is with that eldritch horror shit.]
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He wasn't expecting it to work, but that uh. Sure is something.
But the door's unlocked and they're done here, so he wordlessly slides off his chair and leaves.
Not before he snaps he a picture of the that weird head wound. Will taking picture even work? The fuck is with that eldritch horror shit.]