[ oh, dear. confetti might know some basic attacks, but . . . it's still a baby. it's still a little thing that needs to grow, and all these skeletons honing their screaming right at him gets the fairy egg's big wide eyes to widen further, tear up, and cry his heart out in a chirping wail. falco does his best to shield the togepi against his chest and drown out the siren screaming with his arms.
his best chance was making a run for it, and so he did. he knew there was paul's and kaworu's room, kaworu had just earlier offered it to him for this very occasion. but which door was it—? in a rush, falco turns right, flinging the door wide open and slamming it shut, holding an arm against it and then his back, to keep his weight.
in the meantime, confetti still cried, and only after the door didn't rattle or anything alarming, did falco push his back against the wall and cradle the egg, trying to soothe him with shhhs and, what was it that rose showed him? rocking, like babies tended to soothe to. ]
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his best chance was making a run for it, and so he did. he knew there was paul's and kaworu's room, kaworu had just earlier offered it to him for this very occasion. but which door was it—? in a rush, falco turns right, flinging the door wide open and slamming it shut, holding an arm against it and then his back, to keep his weight.
in the meantime, confetti still cried, and only after the door didn't rattle or anything alarming, did falco push his back against the wall and cradle the egg, trying to soothe him with shhhs and, what was it that rose showed him? rocking, like babies tended to soothe to. ]