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It was a typical round, albeit one on the cusp of loosing, with only Two Time and Elliot left stand– andddd Elliot is dead. Splendid.
Two Time braces for the, albeit severely dulled, throbbing pain of respawning, moved halfway across the map now. Or at least until *someone* gets a lucky guess of a teleport and materializes far too close by.
Unfortunately, one well timed void rush and Two Time is pinned to the ground, writhing as the bone newly sprouted from their flesh rubs against the ground.
Noli seems to be studying them, eventually pulling them weekly to their feet, the looming threat of a painful death still present.
He seems particularly transfixed with the imagery of the Spawn they display across themselves.
"Have you ever stopped to consider that perhaps your devotion is misplaced..?" He asks, looking at them with an expression unreadable outside of the clear looming sense of danger behind his words. This is going to be fun.
"My faith in the Spawn is unwavering, make no mistake." They say, standing ground when he gets closer, around their back and with his chin on their shoulder while he fiddles with their necklace.
"Oh, but imagine how much nicer you would look in purple! Come on, at least consider." Noli says, their necklace managing to reshape itself into one of his faith where it hangs around their neck.
They gasp, grasping onto the charm, bewildered that he had such power even in this realm.
His position on their shoulder has not moved, arms sneaking up to feel their bony, shapeless sides.
"Interesting. Do the other survivors not feed you or something, dove?" Little early for pet names, but they are unconcerned, instead focusing on not squirming when his hands touch them... well anywhere really.
Noli's hands feel their bony sides and the ragged, defined ridge of the their sides, feeling their ribs move as they breathe in and out. He feels the lack of fat in their thighs, and notably everywhere on their body. It really does seem like they've never been feed a full meal.
"Our dearest Elliot feeds all of us! Although I usually am excluded from meals and given whatever is left. The others simply do not wish to bother me during my prayers, even if they take place beforehand." They smile when they say this, which is downright infuriating. They just... accept not being fed? Even if he usually just murders this person, it's still cruel to exclude them even in an eternal hell.
God, he might have a thing for weirdo outcasts.
"My, you are quite the enigma, little dove." Noli says, hands moving to cover theirs, moving slowly and subtly to slip his hand into theirs, fingers interlocking.
The round is nearing its end, however Noli is having far too much fun with them to stop.