The laughter made Nate fairly confident he wasn't dying either. Although the thought of being poked and prodded to make sure had a practical root, something less practical in himself succumbed to the urge of brushing off concern.
I-'hm. Fghine.Nate replied, thinking it would be more chiefly or something to prove he could stand and nobody needed to worry over him. So he tried. To stand.
"Not so bad, see?" He wanted to say next, but when he tried to get up oh-so-nobly, the pain decided to rise to the challenge as well and Nate's vision went drunk. Instead, he said something like,
Hgshbv—?on the way back down to the grass.
3-3-3 || IC ≠ OOC || Fiction ≠ Reality
I welcome organic IC interactions and any twists, conflict, or drama that comes out of it!
My characters are unreliable narrators.
The crow Ko-Ga is Nate's constant companion and may appear in any of his posts/threads!











