video.

[theguideless]

–hhhgh...

[behold: the underside of a table. if...you're aware of what the underside of a table even looks like, that's surely what you're looking at.

until a hand lifts and then gracelessly drops onto the screen with a heavy THWUMP.

a grunt.]

Get...backhh... [exhale. the view tilts, then dramatically shifts.

behold: Martin's face, sideways, on the floor. red-cheeked, bleary and slow-blinking.

cue nasally, confused sound:] Mruh–?

[a long stretch of just staring, squinting periodically. he is...sure these are words he can read on this screen. hang on. just...a second...........


nah. nah, he's just gonna...gonna let the screen drop flat and display the table again, rattling a little with the careless move, while he mumbles something unintelligible, topped off with some kind of whiny noise.]

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[theguideless]

Nuhhhhh...[HHH. spit-laden inhale and a whiny sound.] Whaaat?

[revelation]

I asked if you were... okay? You sound sick.

[theguideless]

[muffled sounds and shifting.]

I'm gonna die...

[revelation]

( wait... what?. )

D-die!? Why are you- where are you?

[theguideless]

[miserably:] On the floor...if I move, everything gets spinny...[groan.

wait.]

...Wait, no I'm not...

[revelation]

I would hope not! But why are you on the floor... ( spinny? why does this-

oh. )

Martin, did you drink anything weird?

[theguideless]

[a smacking sound.

beat.]

Brary...yunh...said I shouldn'ta drank that bottle...

[revelation]

( she laughs, but its admittedly a little on the side of nervous. ) Mm, I imagine! You'll be okay soon though, just make sure you drink some water and eat something. Maybe a nap too. Sometimes my mom drinks to much when she goes out with her co-workers, but she always gets better.

[theguideless]

Whaat...?

[sniff. beat.]

Wait, who're...? Uh... [the tablet tilts, with Martin squinting blearily at it.


oh... OH JEEZ.]

[revelation]

( and here is Madoka smiling, offering a small wave. )

Hi there, Martin.

[theguideless]

DAH–! [the tablet is dropped, there's loud shuffling, and then a BANG.]

OWH!

[revelation]

( oh jeez... )

Ma-Martin? Are you okay, you need to careful!

[theguideless]

Hhrhh...Why's there a table here–?! [a groan, then a heavy sound, him slumping back to the floor.] Mrnhgh...nooo...

[revelation]

Because you're under one for some reason. ( some drunken reason. ) Maybe you should try and go to bed? It's probably a lot safer there than under a table.

( SHE HOPES. )

[theguideless]

[mumbled, unhappy:] I don'wanna move anymoreh...

[revelation]

It's really not good for you to sleep on the floor though. ( her mom made that fact quite clear. )

Be careful at least, I wouldn't want to see you hurt.

[theguideless]

[an unhappy sound.]

I'mall...l'a mess...

[revelation]

You're not a mess, just a little... unwell at the moment. You'll be better in no time.

[theguideless]

I'm sorry please...please don'thgn...[muffled mumbled sounds BECAUSE TALKING INTO YOUR ARM IS PERFECTLY COHERENT.]

[revelation]

I'm... sorry? I didn't quite hear you. ( a beat. ) But you know, you don't have to apologize to me.

[theguideless]

[silence.

then another muffled, whiny note. Madokaaa whyyyyyyyyyyy...]

[revelation]

Martin, are you sure you'll be okay? I'm sure, if needed- my magic could make you feel better.

[theguideless]

[a sniff.] Mrrhgh. Everyone'sss...mad at me...

[revelation]

Well, I'm not mad at you so it certainly isn't everyone.

I'm sure the others aren't mad either... they're probably just really worried!

[theguideless]

M'sorry...I hate...hate saying sorry a lot. Don't be mad. I don't...wanna say it...unless it's for real. Real-real...not...for...[a loud, long exhale. buhhhh.]