post-snek recoveries
[You know?
That weird temple wasn't good, but it wasn't the worst. Not by far now that he's back in this dimension. He floats a bit aimlessly, body broken, shell cracked and falling apart, some bones and insides shattered. His head aches in a way that he can't think.
All he can really do is hope Prime doesn't find him immediately right now. The light off his ring catches his eye and he looks at it, not fully registering that it's lit up.
A promise.]
That weird temple wasn't good, but it wasn't the worst. Not by far now that he's back in this dimension. He floats a bit aimlessly, body broken, shell cracked and falling apart, some bones and insides shattered. His head aches in a way that he can't think.
All he can really do is hope Prime doesn't find him immediately right now. The light off his ring catches his eye and he looks at it, not fully registering that it's lit up.
A promise.]

no subject
And is abruptly cut off by a pine marten butt flopping against his forehead.]
Y'know... If you had something to say you coulda said it, buddy.
no subject
He is right though. We should rest.
no subject
Yeah. Rest, sleep. We're working on it, Lucky.
no subject
We'll have time tomorrow too, promise.
no subject
[Leo squeezes his hand back. Lucky makes a little noise and squirms to lay on his back, sprawled and not at all a neat little bundle of fur. The opposite even. If a starfish was also a clawed, furry tube with ears.]
no subject