[A few days after Hunk's embarrassing video, Dylas decides, against his better judgment, to check in. It's not like he's worried. It's more that...if Hunk didn't find his friend, he'll probably keep crying all over the network and that would be annoying, so...
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Hey. Did you find your friend? Uh...Yue told me to ask.
[Hopefully Yue will cover for him? That already sounds like a horrible idea. Shit. Yue isn't smart enough to lie.]
[He'd completely forgotten about the message after the fourth day, thinking at one point Hunk just didn't want to talk to him. That evoked some kind of feeling, but now...]
Yeah. I can do that.
[And that's it. For a few minutes.]
Eat some olives.
[Hunk is probably food-savvy enough to know the old wives' tail about olives curing motion sickness and lightheadedness. And if Hunk can't keep his head together...]
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8/10;
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Hey. Did you find your friend? Uh...Yue told me to ask.
[Hopefully Yue will cover for him? That already sounds like a horrible idea. Shit. Yue isn't smart enough to lie.]
You should let him know.
8/16, text
It was... a lot.
Let Yue know I'm okay for me.
I can barely keep my head together right now.
Thanks.
[ If he's aware that Dylas himself might be concerned, Hunk's not showing it. Or he just doesn't care- his typing isn't exactly spirited. ]
Re: 8/16, text
Yeah. I can do that.
[And that's it. For a few minutes.]
Eat some olives.
[Hunk is probably food-savvy enough to know the old wives' tail about olives curing motion sickness and lightheadedness. And if Hunk can't keep his head together...]