[It should be embarrassing, but he's a little too busy being gripped by what doesn't exactly feel like terror, his mind already deep-fried enough to recognize the strange otherness of the near wailing dragging from his throat. It's especially awful because he doesn't need to breathe, so it's very much just... a continuous howl. This is, as far as curses go, fucking awful.
There's no way to make words happen; he just pats the pocket visible in Jade's light, the one he'd shoved his own ill-gotten gains from, then gives a thumbs up that is just. Very, very disconnected from the screaming skull routine.]
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There's no way to make words happen; he just pats the pocket visible in Jade's light, the one he'd shoved his own ill-gotten gains from, then gives a thumbs up that is just. Very, very disconnected from the screaming skull routine.]