[ his fingers stick and hang stronger than the first time he squeezed, and subsequently it should be getting better— as his walking, and his coordination. falco feels disoriented as is, so the jump hadn’t jostled him as much as a normal person on their feet would. he’s, instead, picking up where he’d already left off in terms of equilibrium. what he does a lot is stare, force his eyes to widen as he begins to see houses and streets. he’s trying to observe better, more detail than just simple blurs of color he couldn’t focus on.
there’s one more thing . . . ]
Why I are we— going so fast–?
[ like, fast forward fast he might fall over. the house is coming too fast ohhhh my lord— ]
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there’s one more thing . . . ]
Why I are we— going so fast–?
[ like, fast forward fast he might fall over. the house is coming too fast ohhhh my lord— ]