[Arno couldn't protest anymore, he was loopy enough now. Well okay no, he tried one last time. One final attempt to make sense of it. He looked drunk now, and he felt flighty. Common sense would drag him to being the flowers fault, and that was why Cynthia acted like this. But he would realize this when he had full control of his senses. Which he didn't now.
He walked on over and tried to support her up from the flowers, even more of the pollen being splattered in his direction.
He was losing it completely.]
No...you...
[All of his strength was sapped. Then suddenly, gone. Arno was gone. He fell backwards onto the flower bed. No strength, and soon, no sanity.
And then he laughed. Oh dear. A chuckled rumbled in his chest and found its way out of him, every sensory nerve tingled inside of him and he was suckered all into it now.]
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He walked on over and tried to support her up from the flowers, even more of the pollen being splattered in his direction.
He was losing it completely.]
No...you...
[All of his strength was sapped. Then suddenly, gone. Arno was gone. He fell backwards onto the flower bed. No strength, and soon, no sanity.
And then he laughed. Oh dear. A chuckled rumbled in his chest and found its way out of him, every sensory nerve tingled inside of him and he was suckered all into it now.]