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”Oh.”
”Is that an arm??”
Tommy trots up to the disembodied limb nudging it with his foot.
”Uhhhh yeah. That’s an arm alright.”
”Who does it belong to?” Ranboo inquires, unsure if he actually wants to know. (Or even see them.)
Tommy shrugs, kicking the icy hand absently
Breaking off a stick from a tree, Ranboo slips past Tommy to be on the opposite side of the foreign object.
”It’s really just an arm...?” Ranboo chuckles morbidly as he prods it with the stick.
”Can you imagine what it would look like if someone was walking around with no arms?" His friend postulates, gazing at the setting sun.
”Uhhh, you know people like that actually exist, right?”
”I ain’t ever seen anyone like that. Proof, or it doesn’t exist. I gotta see it with my own two eyes. That’s the rule, Ranboo!”
There was something clearly wrong with the both of them.
”Is that an arm??”
Tommy trots up to the disembodied limb nudging it with his foot.
”Uhhhh yeah. That’s an arm alright.”
”Who does it belong to?” Ranboo inquires, unsure if he actually wants to know. (Or even see them.)
Tommy shrugs, kicking the icy hand absently
Breaking off a stick from a tree, Ranboo slips past Tommy to be on the opposite side of the foreign object.
”It’s really just an arm...?” Ranboo chuckles morbidly as he prods it with the stick.
”Can you imagine what it would look like if someone was walking around with no arms?" His friend postulates, gazing at the setting sun.
”Uhhh, you know people like that actually exist, right?”
”I ain’t ever seen anyone like that. Proof, or it doesn’t exist. I gotta see it with my own two eyes. That’s the rule, Ranboo!”
There was something clearly wrong with the both of them.
