[ His feet find purchase, and there's nothing new that Gorgug does, and nothing extreme that he has: his breathing is deep and heavy through gritted teeth, his hands continuing to flex and tighten and release near to his sides. His mind still buzzing, too full and violent to be entered easily if any attempts are made, but at least that much could be taken. Violence without a target, but still present. Boiling.
Gorgug looks at the guy, and the girl if she's nearby; expression already a scowl, and he says, carefully and deliberate: ]
I'm...going.
[ The shine in his eyes hasn't diminished. And he's also not going to wait for permission to leave, though he might pause if either of the two have anything more to say. But his direction will be in the same one he tried going in the first time. ]
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Gorgug looks at the guy, and the girl if she's nearby; expression already a scowl, and he says, carefully and deliberate: ]
I'm...going.
[ The shine in his eyes hasn't diminished. And he's also not going to wait for permission to leave, though he might pause if either of the two have anything more to say. But his direction will be in the same one he tried going in the first time. ]