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Alex just stared at the two in disbelief. After a long moment of silence, he sighed. "You're kidding right?"
Jezcika started to grip onto Tristan's arm, anger bubbling up inside her. She absoluetly hated how dense he was at times like this. Especially now when she was close to turning into a full on zombie.
"I'm not kidding..." Tristan bit his lip, not quite sure how to convince him to believe them. "I swear I'm not kidding... Her skin is literally rotting..."
(sorry I was busy with school!)
Isabelle noticed the slight and bizarre movements her brother was making and grew concerned. "Where is this boy...?"
((It's alright ^^))
(Sorry for my inactiveness!!)
"Let's go and talk to him...?" Isabelle seemed unsure of what she was saying, and she was, but she honestly wanted to get to the bottom of this.
Tristan felt the pain surging through his arm, yet it didn't matter a whole lot to him. He let Jezcika squeeze and take her anger out on his limb.