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𓃩 ("cosmically impossible to fix") ([personal profile] redsoil) wrote in [personal profile] muchalucha 2023-08-12 03:58 am (UTC)

[ — honestly, he doesn't know what he expects, as he comes to. But, to find anyone there waiting is not chief among them.

The vines that encircle him as he sags from the pod fray from far too many places upon him; each spot he had driven a weapon, they wither and fall from as he feels the cocoon give way under wrenching hands. Hears the muffled sound of familiar voices. A vine falls from his throat, and he can still feel the dull ache lingering. Whatever had been done to him to dissipate, it was numerous in nature and violent.

He sags out of the cocoon, hips still stuck inside, and weakly lifts his head to look up through soggy, red hair at the pair helping him out. There is — abject disorientation, almost disbelief, to find Liem and Quetzalcoatl there, and then there is a flicker of satisfaction. Hehehe, get gooped on, you two. He rasps, hoarse and thin: ]
— oh. Boo?

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