[ It's funny, isn't it, how despite the whirlwind hurricane of things he's been feeling, somehow that unexpected nip still hits him with a soft, internal oh. Oh, like a reminder. Forgot for a second that Mace has been sweeping him the fuck off of his feet for days. Slipped his mind. Came rushing back nice and quick.
Faster than his hearing, which is spotty. Only just starting to realize his eardrums ache a little, too long at a concert, too long with headphones in, an inner ear infection feeling. All the same, he catches wizard and then thr-Ian, and--
The absolute incredulousness in his expression cannot be measured by human means. They haven't developed instruments that can go that high yet. Someone will when a Nobel prize when they do.
Did you just- While they're fucking- With a towel down your pants- At a time like this-
He has to scoff, to shake his head, and his voice sounds a little off-center in his head when he speaks. ]
Maybe I should've given you binoculars instead.
[ To stare that thing in the face and spare him. Thr-Ian.
God, he l-
Nope.
He stands. Brushes off dirt and bark. Combs it out of his hair. Looks to Mace for direction, for guidance, because- where the fuck is safety now, even? What direction should they walk? He's so incredibly disoriented by the experience odds are he'd lead them straight back to that cabin. ]
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Faster than his hearing, which is spotty. Only just starting to realize his eardrums ache a little, too long at a concert, too long with headphones in, an inner ear infection feeling. All the same, he catches wizard and then thr-Ian, and--
The absolute incredulousness in his expression cannot be measured by human means. They haven't developed instruments that can go that high yet. Someone will when a Nobel prize when they do.
Did you just-
While they're fucking-
With a towel down your pants-
At a time like this-
He has to scoff, to shake his head, and his voice sounds a little off-center in his head when he speaks. ]
Maybe I should've given you binoculars instead.
[ To stare that thing in the face and spare him. Thr-Ian.
God, he l-
Nope.
He stands. Brushes off dirt and bark. Combs it out of his hair. Looks to Mace for direction, for guidance, because- where the fuck is safety now, even? What direction should they walk? He's so incredibly disoriented by the experience odds are he'd lead them straight back to that cabin. ]