[ it squeaks again - this time kind of insistently!!! though it likes the pats so it gets distracted and snuggles into shadowheart for those. somehow, these little squeaks get taair's brow to furrow.
and after a long moment, his eyes flutter open. they look... duller than usual. ]
[ not obviously ill, no - but there is definitely something Wrong. it's more like the spirit's just been sucked right out of him entirely, if the dark circles under his eyes are any indication. and while his usual warmth is there when he looks up and smiles, it's more like a cardboard cutout of a person, a wisp that could just fade away in the breeze. ]
Miss Shadowheart... hello. [ a pause. ] Ah... I don't know how I... what happened?
[ odd. a weird and useless answer! but he does not seem to be like, magically dying. probably. he reaches up and rubs his eyes, and then drops his hands into his lap, dully. any of his usual enthusiasm is gone, and his head bows, as if the crown perched in his hair is the weight itself. ]
I thought I might spend some time in the flower garden. It's... nice here. It's pretty, and... empty, too. I must have just dozed off.
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she just. sort of. pats the chao on its head. there there.]
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and after a long moment, his eyes flutter open. they look... duller than usual. ]
....?
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[she doesn't exactly know what to do? is he obviously ill, is there something going on?]
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Miss Shadowheart... hello. [ a pause. ] Ah... I don't know how I... what happened?
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[a lot more? super magical? bad?]
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[ odd. a weird and useless answer! but he does not seem to be like, magically dying. probably. he reaches up and rubs his eyes, and then drops his hands into his lap, dully. any of his usual enthusiasm is gone, and his head bows, as if the crown perched in his hair is the weight itself. ]
I thought I might spend some time in the flower garden. It's... nice here. It's pretty, and... empty, too. I must have just dozed off.