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scramasax[There's not a bit of artificial light on the screen. Closest it comes to it is a little flash of red in the back of one of Anthony's eye sockets once he leans into view, and as far as is discernible, he's in the same location as ever - his head's aimed a bit lower than the feed, turning off one corner then along at the other. Clears his throat.]
Uhmm... --
[His ribcage expands with a rattling and very faintly voiced intake of air, and release - an anxious sigh, as it were.
His voice comes back up low and restricted - he shakes his head a bit out of restlessness, shaking "it" out, and a tad out of shame.]
I'm sorry, if - if I can ask, um. [Coughs.] -- If anyone's looking am I -- am I still. Home -- ? [Awkward wobble falling flat of inflection at the end of clear projection. Loosens to an indoor-voice "whisper".]
Sorry, I uhhm. Had a pulse - which -- ...
[He jerks about a quarter around - turns his head aside a bit further.
Turns back to focus with his shoulders locked tense. His brow gives a twitch.]
...Don't know if I was doing anything while it was happening, ermm -- !
[And there is a female voice which bursts out laughing. Heartily. Steadily - and Anthony snaps back around again biting back a yell.]
Go -- please -- ! Err... [And back to the feed cringing with a light creak.] I'm sorry, sorry, I'm - still - hearing things... rr - right now, er...!
[The laughter continues. It's restraining itself, a bit. The pitch and cadence changes - the volume doesn't. Anthony drops his head to rest his temples against his hands. Cringing apologetically.
A bit of light floats about the lower edge of the frame.]
I'm -- ... Still inside - right? I'm -- so sorry, I... really am...
[That trails off. And the floating light slows down.]
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