[ The sound of his name cuts through the thundering of his own heartbeat in his temples, sudden and startling. Rhy flinches, lifting mostly just his eyes warily, one forearm on the wall and head down against it. The voice settles into something familiar, along with the backlit silhouette of a tall, slim figure.
After a moment, he forces himself to push up from the wall, using it to leverage his body into more or less a standing position with feet planted firmly, trying not to let the annoying lingering lightheadedness have its way. ]
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After a moment, he forces himself to push up from the wall, using it to leverage his body into more or less a standing position with feet planted firmly, trying not to let the annoying lingering lightheadedness have its way. ]
Master Strange.
Stephen.
Yes. Hello.