[The force of the sound drowns him out. All he can do is fling his arm over his eyes and ride it out.
The quiet, when it comes, is deafening. Firo blinks in confusion as he lowers his arm. He looks up at his little spotlight.]
...Thanks.
[It's creepy, like he's standing on a little island of reality and could slip right off the edge. But it's the thought that counts.]
Can you, uh, move it off me? The light, I mean.
[He doesn't wait for the shadow to do anything before he ventures one foot beyond the little patch of light and forest around him.
His own expectations lead him astray here. He doesn't consciously change the scenery, but he so expects there to be nothing in the darkness that his foot hits emptiness.]
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[The force of the sound drowns him out. All he can do is fling his arm over his eyes and ride it out.
The quiet, when it comes, is deafening. Firo blinks in confusion as he lowers his arm. He looks up at his little spotlight.]
...Thanks.
[It's creepy, like he's standing on a little island of reality and could slip right off the edge. But it's the thought that counts.]
Can you, uh, move it off me? The light, I mean.
[He doesn't wait for the shadow to do anything before he ventures one foot beyond the little patch of light and forest around him.
His own expectations lead him astray here. He doesn't consciously change the scenery, but he so expects there to be nothing in the darkness that his foot hits emptiness.]
Oh, shit--!
[And he falls through the air.]