[Oh, fuck. This guy is grabbing him harder. And now someone is staring at him, talking to him. Something about pears? Asking if he's alright? Alarm bells go off in his head. Was this a trap? Did he make a mistake trusting this man? A cold sweat breaks out on his forehead as he physically feels their eyes upon him.]
I'm--Yes, I just need to--
[His chest feels tight. His breath is catching in his throat. The only thing occupying his mind is to get the hell out of this situation. Fuck this. Numbers moves to wriggle out of Jupe's grasp, trying to make a run for it, but his legs are uncoordinated, still stiff and unyielding. He nearly falls over, trying to catch himself against a nearby shelf. He hasn't moved more than a foot.]
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I'm--Yes, I just need to--
[His chest feels tight. His breath is catching in his throat. The only thing occupying his mind is to get the hell out of this situation. Fuck this. Numbers moves to wriggle out of Jupe's grasp, trying to make a run for it, but his legs are uncoordinated, still stiff and unyielding. He nearly falls over, trying to catch himself against a nearby shelf. He hasn't moved more than a foot.]