Chapter 27; Text

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For those whom it might concern
I believe Gamzee is gone.
I am unsure as to where his Pokemon have gone, however the PokeGear insists his number is no longer in service.
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and
Karkat
Seems to be as well
Under the same circumstances.
I have CG and Haze with me.
And would like to know, if possible, where the rest of his team might be located.
I think I would feel better knowing they are in someone's company and care.

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[Doing this through text is stupid. John knows very well that there is only so much that text can do in situations like this. If this were him and Dave had disappeared again...he would want someone with him. So he closes the gear with a small snap and heads out of the room, Casey following along behind him.]

[Okay, so it's not quite a second...but after a few minutes, there's a knock at your door, Rose.]

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[[A knock? Nothing terribly unexpected. And most certainly not unwelcomed for once. For as much as she hadn't wanted to talk about Dave's second disappearance, this...was quite a bit different.

It takes a few minutes for her to wipe her eyes dry and convince her gaggle of Pokemon to stay put (not that Nartac or Tick listen, perching on her shoulders and head as usual) before the door is finally opened.]]

...hello John.

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[As much as he expected her to cry over this, part of him had vainly hoped that she wouldn't. Well...she wasn't doing so now, but it was clear that she had been. And he...he didn't like that thought. He didn't like it when his friends cried. Especially Rose. Because in his mind? In his mind, Rose Lalonde is strong and simply does not to cry. Not that she isn't capable of it...she just doesn't.]

[So it's hard to deal with it when she actually does. or well, the thought of her having actually done so, in this case.]

[And standing there in the doorway, he's suddenly realizing that he's not sure what he should even say. He knew that he had to come over here and had to say something but...]

["I'm here for you"?]

["I'm sorry"?]

["It will be okay"?]

["Come on, cheer up"?]

[No, no, no, and double no. None of those would work. Those are all the things people expect to hear in situations like this. And they really...don't help much. There's only so many times you can hear "it'll be okay, he'll be back soon" before you numb yourself to those words and you just get tired of hearing them.]

[All the same? He wishes he had something better to say than...]

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cancer is with me.....
i dont get it
why would he leave me anything?

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i just didnt think he really liked me all that much
i mean sure, he wasnt a total jerk to me anymore
in fact, he was actually sort of helpful sometimes
but i still thought i was sort of just...
there to him
if that makes any sense

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that is true...
i guess he must have liked me more than i thought!

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[Aradia is well aware of how dumb that emoticon looks, but she doesn't really care right now. :(]

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