[ He expects the floor. Instead, there's a stranger's arm underneath him supporting his weight. It's... warm? It's nothing like the cold stone he thinks he might have been acquainted with in the past. It's difficult to tell though, given that thinking too hard or too long about things only aggravates his migraine.
Someone's speaking to him. "Human?" What's that? Is that what he's supposed to be? The boy's eyes reopen, half-lidded and teetering on the edge of consciousness. He's being asked a question. He should respond. Speak. He should speak?
The sound that escapes his throat is somewhere between a wheeze and a rasp, as though he hadn't used his vocal cords in ages. But within the silence of the memento, he manages to squeeze out two words: ]
...don't know.
[ There's another shudder as the air's temperature suddenly plunged to the negatives. It's all the same though, and instead, he shivers as his sluggish mind finally catches up with his physical senses. There's a person here leaning his weight against themselves. And though he can't recall, he thinks it's been awhile since he was last acquainted with another person's touch. ]
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Someone's speaking to him. "Human?" What's that? Is that what he's supposed to be? The boy's eyes reopen, half-lidded and teetering on the edge of consciousness. He's being asked a question. He should respond. Speak. He should speak?
The sound that escapes his throat is somewhere between a wheeze and a rasp, as though he hadn't used his vocal cords in ages. But within the silence of the memento, he manages to squeeze out two words: ]
...don't know.
[ There's another shudder as the air's temperature suddenly plunged to the negatives. It's all the same though, and instead, he shivers as his sluggish mind finally catches up with his physical senses. There's a person here leaning his weight against themselves. And though he can't recall, he thinks it's been awhile since he was last acquainted with another person's touch. ]