[Another beat of frozen shock, and then the wordlessness breaks. He lunges forward with hands poised to grab or shove, he doesn't know, none of this is planned and he can't even name the emotion - emotions? - surging up like acid. He ends up roughly grabbing Marco by the front of his shirt, fingers like hooks.
His hands don't go through. Marco is solid, there in front of him. He doesn't know what he was expecting.]
This isn't a joke! [What the hell is this place? What the hell is this place? He sees the wings protruding from Marco's back, same as his, just another thing he doesn't get about this place, like they're some stupid drawing of those who have passed away. He knows he hasn't bitten it yet. So why...] How are--
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His hands don't go through. Marco is solid, there in front of him. He doesn't know what he was expecting.]
This isn't a joke! [What the hell is this place? What the hell is this place? He sees the wings protruding from Marco's back, same as his, just another thing he doesn't get about this place, like they're some stupid drawing of those who have passed away. He knows he hasn't bitten it yet. So why...] How are--
How the hell are you here?