[Consciousness washes over him little by little, and soon his limbs still, go loose and tired from all the frenzied movement. His eyes open.]
My fort...
[And then the rest of his senses kick in more fully. Someone's holding him, and the realization fills his throat with panic. He can't remember where his staff is, so he just shoves at the body, scrambles away with his hands patting all around. Where did he leave it?
By the time his hand lands on his umbrella, his brain finally translates the figure in front of him into a person, a person he knows and should probably not blow up.]
Oh.
[Taako realizes he's out of breath and takes a moment, pants and sits up straight, tucking the umbra staff behind him-- still where he can grab it but obviously not a direct threat. It's gonna take a bit for the adrenaline to eke out of his system and he feels better knowing it's there.]
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My fort...
[And then the rest of his senses kick in more fully. Someone's holding him, and the realization fills his throat with panic. He can't remember where his staff is, so he just shoves at the body, scrambles away with his hands patting all around. Where did he leave it?
By the time his hand lands on his umbrella, his brain finally translates the figure in front of him into a person, a person he knows and should probably not blow up.]
Oh.
[Taako realizes he's out of breath and takes a moment, pants and sits up straight, tucking the umbra staff behind him-- still where he can grab it but obviously not a direct threat. It's gonna take a bit for the adrenaline to eke out of his system and he feels better knowing it's there.]
...Sssorry. Night terrors.