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[prometheanflame]

[The fog thickens around the two (and the possibly dead cowboy), turning everything more than a foot away from their faces white. Mohammed nods.]

Better than I was expecting. [He had hoped he could come out of this calm. He could have killed an actual man. He did in his old life, he's certain of it.]

What about you?

[The fog moves onto the next neighborhood, taking the cowboy with it.]

[windeity]

[The fog's moving and the cowboy disappears. With that, John dismisses his hammer and shoves his hands in his pockets. Right. Not real.]

I'm okay. We should probably get out of here though just in case.

[prometheanflame]

[He nods. The man that was chasing after them is gone for now.]

Are you alright with staying over at my house?

[windeity]

[A curious look.] You think that's necessary? [It's not an outright no, but he's interested in what Mohammed thinks.]

[prometheanflame]

I don't want you to get hurt on the way home. There's other things in the fog, I know it.

[windeity]

I have my hammer. And my roommate would probably flip out if I did not come home tonight. [There's a reassuring grin.] I promise I will be careful on the way home. It's not far.

[prometheanflame]

[He doesn't look confident about that.]

Find a friend. Don't walk down the streets alone, understood?

[windeity]

[There's a very sure nod.]

Yes sir. I promise I'll be fine.