[his lungs feel like they're burning. At the sound of a voice, he attempts to still his coughing, wiping the dark trickles from his mouth away with the back of his glove and glancing up.
...and whatever he was going to say vanishes on the way up because hey, dressing room and HEY YOU'RE NOT DEAD. His Gemini makes a sound of derision.]
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...and whatever he was going to say vanishes on the way up because hey, dressing room and HEY YOU'RE NOT DEAD. His Gemini makes a sound of derision.]
Like he deserves anything.