[ he sucks in a wheezing breath, like he can't get enough air, and his fingers tighten on the piece of chalk in his hand, going white-knuckled around it. it breaks in his grip with a series of small snaps, and finally, dazedly, he staggers, smearing the drawing as he catches himself against the wall.
his glance lifts, fuzzy and glassy-eyed, almost feverish, and he leans over, bracing his other hand against his knee as if he's exhausted. ] Oh. I-- W-What was I--? [ his vision is still bleeding other at the edges, wrong-shaped things in his periphery, colors that don't exist in reality, inhuman murmurs at the back of his head. his head aches with it, too full and too strange, too much for his human brain to process.
dizzily, he glances down at the fallen, broken chalk, then up at the half-finished drawing of some impossible garden, and finally back to the stranger. oh god. he probably looks insane, doesn't he?
straightening with some effort, head throbbing, he manages a shaky, anxious smile, feeling jittery and wrong in his skin as he rubs chalk-covered hands atop his thighs, dirtying his jeans with the colored dust. ] I'm, um.. I'm sorry, I didn't-- [ a stressed pause. ] .. Yes. I'm-- I'm okay. How're you? [ stupid, sunny. ]
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his glance lifts, fuzzy and glassy-eyed, almost feverish, and he leans over, bracing his other hand against his knee as if he's exhausted. ] Oh. I-- W-What was I--? [ his vision is still bleeding other at the edges, wrong-shaped things in his periphery, colors that don't exist in reality, inhuman murmurs at the back of his head. his head aches with it, too full and too strange, too much for his human brain to process.
dizzily, he glances down at the fallen, broken chalk, then up at the half-finished drawing of some impossible garden, and finally back to the stranger. oh god. he probably looks insane, doesn't he?
straightening with some effort, head throbbing, he manages a shaky, anxious smile, feeling jittery and wrong in his skin as he rubs chalk-covered hands atop his thighs, dirtying his jeans with the colored dust. ] I'm, um.. I'm sorry, I didn't-- [ a stressed pause. ] .. Yes. I'm-- I'm okay. How're you? [ stupid, sunny. ]