[That landing is sure to leave a mark. A lot of marks. Actually, he's pretty fucking sure he really regrets this, because the moment his body crashes into Steve's arms, it's like all of him jostles like shaken jell-o, bruised on every stretch of open skin.
For a second, he sort of just lays there. On top of him.
Tail flopping.
He only gets up because the thought the tail might slice through Steve's skin when they need him in good, working order pops into his head. He grabs it with a hand, bringing it to the front, hauling off of him with the other. Then he offers Boy Scout a hand up.]
Yeah. Thanks. [He bends over at the knee, hands on his legs, catching his breath. Sweat trickles down his brow, over his cheeks, face flushed.
Do not throw up. You do not throw up.
And... he's. Good.]
Nice catch. [He rolls his shoulder with a groan and a wince.] Bad news is I feel like total shit. Good news is, I already did -- and I think I see a beach where we can head down. Something is heading this way. Something big. Like a... okay, hear me out, but I think it's a turtle.
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For a second, he sort of just lays there. On top of him.
Tail flopping.
He only gets up because the thought the tail might slice through Steve's skin when they need him in good, working order pops into his head. He grabs it with a hand, bringing it to the front, hauling off of him with the other. Then he offers Boy Scout a hand up.]
Yeah. Thanks. [He bends over at the knee, hands on his legs, catching his breath. Sweat trickles down his brow, over his cheeks, face flushed.
Do not throw up. You do not throw up.
And... he's. Good.]
Nice catch. [He rolls his shoulder with a groan and a wince.] Bad news is I feel like total shit. Good news is, I already did -- and I think I see a beach where we can head down. Something is heading this way. Something big. Like a... okay, hear me out, but I think it's a turtle.