[ His head feels ... strange. It's not that he has a headache, it's nothing so pedestrian that's troubling him. But his thoughts feel ... foggy. It's hard focusing. Gen keeps finding himself with minutes of blank spaces in his memory, his thoughts cutting off vaguely at some point before he finds himself in another part of the city, not sure why or how he'd gotten there. And it should trouble him more -- both the memory loss and the difficulty thinking, as well as the constant itch of feathers starting to emerge from his skin and hair -- but it oddly ... doesn't? It's hard to even get mad or agitated when everything feels so hazy and difficult to grasp.
So when Gen aimlessly heads down the street for a destination he's not even sure of, and glances over at the sign of movement just in time to see a guy fall backwards into a well with a pathetic yelp, it takes him a solid moment to process what he just say. Or, well -- maybe more like a few moments.
It's only after that brief stretch of silence that Liem might hear the sound of a bark of laughter coming from the streets around the well, followed by the scuff of boots against the pavement. Those footsteps draw closer step by step, then a shadow falls over him as Gen leans over the entrance of the well; even the backlighting of the afternoon sun isn't enough to obscure the incredulous smirk that his heckler is wearing. ]
You trying out to be a stuntman or something?
[ Just like Liem, Gen now feels very awake, though his lucidity is only because the sight of this guy trembling, wedged at the entrance of the well, is the funniest thing he's seen in days. ]
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So when Gen aimlessly heads down the street for a destination he's not even sure of, and glances over at the sign of movement just in time to see a guy fall backwards into a well with a pathetic yelp, it takes him a solid moment to process what he just say. Or, well -- maybe more like a few moments.
It's only after that brief stretch of silence that Liem might hear the sound of a bark of laughter coming from the streets around the well, followed by the scuff of boots against the pavement. Those footsteps draw closer step by step, then a shadow falls over him as Gen leans over the entrance of the well; even the backlighting of the afternoon sun isn't enough to obscure the incredulous smirk that his heckler is wearing. ]
You trying out to be a stuntman or something?
[ Just like Liem, Gen now feels very awake, though his lucidity is only because the sight of this guy trembling, wedged at the entrance of the well, is the funniest thing he's seen in days. ]