[ he's in his hotel room, actually! you can tell because walking down the hallway will net you a few deeply concerning things. the first is the awful, just fucking rancid sound of a stream of someone's thoughts.
they're definitely fei du's. it's his voice, but it's wrong - they sound staticked out and layered, jumbled together like a thousand things trying to happen all at once, enough that words are almost impossible to make out.
however a few things make it through the filter of the door, and it's mostly
No no no no no no no no no no no why no no no no not Wenzhou not Wenzhou no no it wasn't supposed to no no no no come on come on
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they're definitely fei du's. it's his voice, but it's wrong - they sound staticked out and layered, jumbled together like a thousand things trying to happen all at once, enough that words are almost impossible to make out.
however a few things make it through the filter of the door, and it's mostly
No no no no no no no no no no no why no no no no not Wenzhou not Wenzhou no no it wasn't supposed to no no no no come on come on
and then
a violently loud crack of electricity
that's probably concerning ]