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Just cause I read worse don't mean it ain't cursed
They blinked at the little creature who spoke back to them, crouching down so their eyes didn't have to strain quite so hard to make out the digimon's expression. "'S hard for most people to dislike someone who tries to help them," they replied, seemingly immune to the hypocrisy that just left their mouth. Then, after a moment of consideration, "got a name, or am I just going to call you 'creature' in my brain for the rest of this..." come to think of it, they weren't sure what sort of drug they were apparently on. "Situation?"
Creature, as was its name until something better came up, though, was far more occupied in trying to get its partner down from the tree she'd climbed. Arii was reminded of trying to retrieve one of the barn cats from the towering oak trees that were so tempting to climb but so impossible to get down from. Idle fingers drummed on the trunk of what Arii registered was some form of palm tree—the thin sort that grew like grasses and shed their bark easier than most would think. Not the greatest climbing tree, but adrenaline was sure something.
They, for the most part, tuned out Ruth's replies, having gotten distracted with the concept of their first edible discovery. Palm trees weren't poisonous, and their cores were good when boiled, to say nothing of possible fruit, though they couldn't remember which kinds of digital trees fruited at the moment. Probably not that one, considering they hadn't recognized it immediately. So, the only issue was getting to the core...
It was only the foreboding shower of bark that snapped them from their musings, just half a heartbeat before something fast, hard, and noisy impacted with their chest. Halfway through standing again, they couldn't find their balance quick enough to staunch Ruth's momentum, and both were sent sprawling across rock and sand, Arii having instinctually curled and rolled with the force, nearly sending them both down the carved stone stairs to the monument itself.
Their ribs popped harshly as the two rolled to a stop a few paces from the tree, Ruth nearly entirely on top of Arii with their knife's hilt digging into their leg. They didn't hear the first of the string of words that battered at their ringing ears, nor did they reply for three of the wheezing chest-spasms that told them they'd shocked their diaphragm. Dreams, they thought, should not involve this much pain, and when they figured out how to get back into their dorm, because surely they had sleep-walked down the stairs and taken them wrong, they were going to have a conniption.
They resisted the urge to snap at Creature's curious prodding, and let Ruth's apology go in one ear and out the other, far more concerned with lifting a hand and prodding at their aching ribs. When they were met with only a dull throb—bruised. Might swell. Probably not—they let a hiss of an exhale relax their limbs, followed immediately by a wheezed "Ffff-uck." Them rolling had saved their head from taking much of the impact, but their back, shoulder, and ribs hurt like hell had found a new favorite plaything and it was their bone marrow.
Though, they found themself somewhat relieved they'd taken the brunt of the impact. There was no way Ruth knew how to fall properly, and then they'd have to deal with it.
They sat up none too gently with the sound of their bones finding their places again, expression sat halfway between annoyed and pained. Their offhand found their knife, ensuring it was still secured in its deer leather sheath. After longer than was probably socially acceptable, they turned to look at Ruth with a scathing sort of glare. "Are you done having your fit?"
Creature, as was its name until something better came up, though, was far more occupied in trying to get its partner down from the tree she'd climbed. Arii was reminded of trying to retrieve one of the barn cats from the towering oak trees that were so tempting to climb but so impossible to get down from. Idle fingers drummed on the trunk of what Arii registered was some form of palm tree—the thin sort that grew like grasses and shed their bark easier than most would think. Not the greatest climbing tree, but adrenaline was sure something.
They, for the most part, tuned out Ruth's replies, having gotten distracted with the concept of their first edible discovery. Palm trees weren't poisonous, and their cores were good when boiled, to say nothing of possible fruit, though they couldn't remember which kinds of digital trees fruited at the moment. Probably not that one, considering they hadn't recognized it immediately. So, the only issue was getting to the core...
It was only the foreboding shower of bark that snapped them from their musings, just half a heartbeat before something fast, hard, and noisy impacted with their chest. Halfway through standing again, they couldn't find their balance quick enough to staunch Ruth's momentum, and both were sent sprawling across rock and sand, Arii having instinctually curled and rolled with the force, nearly sending them both down the carved stone stairs to the monument itself.
Their ribs popped harshly as the two rolled to a stop a few paces from the tree, Ruth nearly entirely on top of Arii with their knife's hilt digging into their leg. They didn't hear the first of the string of words that battered at their ringing ears, nor did they reply for three of the wheezing chest-spasms that told them they'd shocked their diaphragm. Dreams, they thought, should not involve this much pain, and when they figured out how to get back into their dorm, because surely they had sleep-walked down the stairs and taken them wrong, they were going to have a conniption.
They resisted the urge to snap at Creature's curious prodding, and let Ruth's apology go in one ear and out the other, far more concerned with lifting a hand and prodding at their aching ribs. When they were met with only a dull throb—bruised. Might swell. Probably not—they let a hiss of an exhale relax their limbs, followed immediately by a wheezed "Ffff-uck." Them rolling had saved their head from taking much of the impact, but their back, shoulder, and ribs hurt like hell had found a new favorite plaything and it was their bone marrow.
Though, they found themself somewhat relieved they'd taken the brunt of the impact. There was no way Ruth knew how to fall properly, and then they'd have to deal with it.
They sat up none too gently with the sound of their bones finding their places again, expression sat halfway between annoyed and pained. Their offhand found their knife, ensuring it was still secured in its deer leather sheath. After longer than was probably socially acceptable, they turned to look at Ruth with a scathing sort of glare. "Are you done having your fit?"