You think I wanted this to happen? Believe me, I hate this outcome as much as you do.
[My thoughts are private. Thank you very much.
Kim doesn't answer the question about the mutton chops, but if Venkman digs, he'll be able to hear thoughts from a few months back--Finally, the detective seems to be sober enough to actually talk about the case, though his gait is still inconsistent...He introduces himself as Raphael Costeau, which is most assuredly a fake name....
As for the strings, Kim briefly glances back towards Venkman's hand--the one that he saw boasting three red strings. Three? I would expect one or two, but...three?]
Well, whatever you did, it seems to be affecting me as well. [Like the goddamn headache. It makes it even more difficult on filtering his thoughts and clamping down on preventing Venkman from listening in on anything he doesn't want to be heard.] Do you need any supplies? Food, water, that sort of thing?
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[My thoughts are private. Thank you very much.
Kim doesn't answer the question about the mutton chops, but if Venkman digs, he'll be able to hear thoughts from a few months back--Finally, the detective seems to be sober enough to actually talk about the case, though his gait is still inconsistent...He introduces himself as Raphael Costeau, which is most assuredly a fake name....
As for the strings, Kim briefly glances back towards Venkman's hand--the one that he saw boasting three red strings. Three? I would expect one or two, but...three?]
Well, whatever you did, it seems to be affecting me as well. [Like the goddamn headache. It makes it even more difficult on filtering his thoughts and clamping down on preventing Venkman from listening in on anything he doesn't want to be heard.] Do you need any supplies? Food, water, that sort of thing?
[I am trying to fucking help you, God dammit.]