[ falco gives a nod, a quiet one that worries if this might become a constant occurrence. would they get used to it? the thought itself was a little concerning. getting used to death because someone will just come back sounded—
he prefers to delay too much worry with the distractions. it all started with a hook, a little outside cogency to take the stick and carve the sand. he hadn’t suspected much of it— not when he thought himself safe.
with a sniff, a stuffy nose running fast, falco takes a pocket towel to his face, to keep from sneezing into the open air. ]
Birds, and stuff.
[ sniff— he sees eyes, a head, and wings that he’s drawing lines for. what the lines create in the sand is one more spine curling name: ᴛⷮhͪeͤ s͛iͥleͤncͨeͤ. it quite remembers dipper. it remembers him very well. ]
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he prefers to delay too much worry with the distractions. it all started with a hook, a little outside cogency to take the stick and carve the sand. he hadn’t suspected much of it— not when he thought himself safe.
with a sniff, a stuffy nose running fast, falco takes a pocket towel to his face, to keep from sneezing into the open air. ]
Birds, and stuff.
[ sniff— he sees eyes, a head, and wings that he’s drawing lines for. what the lines create in the sand is one more spine curling name: ᴛⷮhͪeͤ s͛iͥleͤncͨeͤ. it quite remembers dipper. it remembers him very well. ]