[ Carver’s fingers twitch again. He has a thing about enclosed spaces. The walls looming around him, enemies massing in the corners. Always, always on his guard. He prefers cramming himself into tight spaces to sleep because at least then nothing can sneak up on him. And now he can’t see.
Carver twitches. He doesn’t let go of Gold’s shoulder. ]
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Carver twitches. He doesn’t let go of Gold’s shoulder. ]
Yeah. Couldn’t get rid of it.
[ He spammed random letters. As you do. ]