[ Well, then. Thank god she was there to cheekpuff menacingly at passing strangers; who knows what any of them would have done to him? He could have been stepped on or kidnapped. Someone might have spilled their entire plate of mystery food on him. His clothes could have been stained.
Stained.
Cognitive ability slowly creeping back in, he props himself up on one arm, glancing warily around them before focusing on her. His first instinct is to ask who the hell she is, but it's become quite clear that he doesn't know anyone here. That can wait. But part of what she said sounded bizarre... ]
[Indeed, his hero has come to protect him. Humanity's strongest, right here, with the noodle arms and the hamster faces.]
[And this guy looks like a dead fish. She's gotta wonder if his soul really is back, what with the dead eyes. She'll help him up, in any case.... or as much as a noodley teenage girl possibly can]
[ Look, man, you might look kind of like a dead fish if you'd just had your life essence drained out of you by some kind of evil paparazzi, too. Give him a break. Also, it's not his fault people aren't generally into the dead fish eyes aesthetic. In fact, he prefers it that way. Not a huge fan of having too many people up in his business, this one.
The look he gives her while attempting to push himself up onto his elbows doesn't convey a great deal of belief. ]
[ he probably doesn't even know how. and speaking of... ]
I've never even seen one of those before.
[ vague gesture in the direction of a camera, because he's not dumb enough to look at one. fool me once, etc. also, he's finally going to start trying to push himself up now, veeery slowly. losing your soul makes you a bit woozy, as it turns out. ]
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[That won't stop her from gasping dramatically when he regains consciousness. Hark, his savior is crouching above him, peering down into his face]
Hey, it's back! You're okay!
[Wow, she's even genuinely relieved and smiling. This might be cute if it wasn't a complete stranger]
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Stained.
Cognitive ability slowly creeping back in, he props himself up on one arm, glancing warily around them before focusing on her. His first instinct is to ask who the hell she is, but it's become quite clear that he doesn't know anyone here. That can wait. But part of what she said sounded bizarre... ]
"It?"
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[And this guy looks like a dead fish. She's gotta wonder if his soul really is back, what with the dead eyes. She'll help him up, in any case.... or as much as a noodley teenage girl possibly can]
Your soul, duh! You'd better be careful, mister!
[She definitely looks sane right now]
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The look he gives her while attempting to push himself up onto his elbows doesn't convey a great deal of belief. ]
My soul?
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[And of course her heroics are not appreciated]
Woah, did it mess with your hearing too? Yeah, your soul - you almost lost it! You've got to keep a better eye on it, you know.
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That's—
[ "impossible?" yeah, obviously not. let's try that again. ]
How is that even possible?
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[Gestures to the cat photographers in the background]
Maybe you shouldn't pose for any more pictures. [Because he's so lively, right.]
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[ he probably doesn't even know how. and speaking of... ]
I've never even seen one of those before.
[ vague gesture in the direction of a camera, because he's not dumb enough to look at one. fool me once, etc. also, he's finally going to start trying to push himself up now, veeery slowly. losing your soul makes you a bit woozy, as it turns out. ]