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Dolph Laserhawk ([personal profile] cyberhunk) wrote in [community profile] folkooc 2023-12-31 06:37 am (UTC)

[ Rayman keeps talking, just as Dolph prodded him to do, and the answer is what he wants it to be. Yes, and yes, and yes, as Rayman's forthcoming explanation shoots down questions Dolph ends up not needing to ask. He's relieved. And repulsed.

His emotions don't go together. He might be being lied to again. He might be hearing the best possible truth, and he might have to accept that the man who made it reality has a face he's come to hate so, so very much, ever since he realized what loving it really meant. The theatrics are the worst part. Of all things, the stupid phone noise grates Dolph's ears, because for all he knows and all he feels, it's almost like Rayman is gloating.

But Bullfrog wouldn't want him to do anything about it. Frog wouldn't want him to do anything about it, even if there was never any doppelganger and it was the man in front of him on that set.

Dolph's cannon folds back into five functioning fingers, which immediately clamp into a fist. They make a dull sound against his palm.
]

If I find out one fucking word of this was a lie, I'm picking up where I left off.

[ Dolph retreats, swiftly, before Rayman can retort, before he's made to do anything that would dishonor his comrade's memory. ]

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