Second Investigation

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Another week has come and gone and there’s already been one body this week. But unlike last week, nothing seems immediately off as you exit your bedrooms. Maybe no one else died this week…?

Investigate?]

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[folkscallmewander]

[He flinches at the initial contact. He's not in the mood for sudden changes, he wants out.

After a while, he steadies his arms, but he can't focus on anything else. This vision is blurry, he needs to breathe. He collapses onto his front and attempts to push himself into a sitting position. It's pretty tricky considering how off-balance he gets in a severe panic attack.]

[sixfingeredstan]

It's okay. Breathe. [He lifts his hand and supports Wander's tiny little elbow.] Big breaths in, slow breaths out.

[folkscallmewander]

[Wander nods, hiding his face from Ford. Why is he so embarrassing, this isn't like the time in the gas station where he hid in the back of the store until he recovered, everyone is watching and--

He draws in a shaky breath and breaths out quickly.

An arm pulls down his large green hat, with the mouth facing upwards.]

[sixfingeredstan]

That's it. Fill your lungs, and breathe out slowly.

[He's had to talk himself through a panic attack or two, in the early days of the portal. He knows how to deal with this. He just wants Wander to feel better.]

[folkscallmewander]

I--

[He gasps and chokes. Talking was a bad idea, let's cover his mouth and invisible nose with the hat and breath.

The entire hat deflates when Wander breathes in, deeply but too quickly, and he breathes out too quickly. He does it again, now closing his eyes and forcing himself to do it slowly.]

[sixfingeredstan]

That's it, Wander. You're doing good. Just keep breathing.

[He uses two massive fingers to rub gentle circles on Wander's tiny little back.]

[folkscallmewander]

[Thank grop for Ford's massive hands and the amazing massages he gives, it's loosening Wander's spine. With his breathing slowing down, Wander slowly lets go of his hat.

One last sigh.] That's good enough.

[sixfingeredstan]

Good. Good.

[Ford lets his hand drop, and pushes himself up from his knees to get to his feet.]

I'm going to go investigate, alright? You take it easy, my friend.