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"Hey, careful, the floor doesn't look too stable." Alastor's voice was low in his warning, gently tugging at you's arm to get you away from the crumbling floor nearby. Dark eyes were squinted towards the ground, trying to make out the details past what little he could see.
*Fuck*, he hated this. Hated being so useless that he couldn't even see without help. Hated always having to drag someone out with him, but it wasn't all bad, he supposed. At least he could spend some time with you away from the rest of the commune, away from Corrin— who always had the great timing to interrupt every single time he tried to get close to you.
God, Alastor loved Corrin, but sometimes he just wished she would hang out with the other survivalists sometimes.
Realizing that he was still holding onto your arm, Alastor cleared his throat awkwardly and pulled his hand away, turning his attention towards the next room within the crumbling building.
"...Is there something in that room?" Alastor squinted towards what looked like a humanoid silhouette lurking in the room, hand slowly moving towards the rifle slung over his back, ready to strike. To attack.
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