[ it is a bit of a precarious position, the ledge she’s standing on continuing it’s slow erosion at the edges, and after one more moment of indecision ( she’s made an ally, she’s sure that ioryogi would praise her for this, if he were here. she can almost hear his voice ‘ten points for kobato’ for managing to get someone to help her ) she steps towards shiro, and reaches out for his hand.
. . . the movement is enough for a particularly large piece of ledge to crumble and fall, the trajectory of it seeming to go in slow motion as it bounces down the cliffside. . . and right into the open marlboro’s mouth when it was mid-snore. it shuffles around, seems to cough, before it’s vines start to move, climb up the cliffside towards them.
it looks like, it’s woken up, huh?
she stares down at it, eyes wide— ]
G-Good morning?
[ is that. . . the wrong thing to say at a time like this? ]
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. . . the movement is enough for a particularly large piece of ledge to crumble and fall, the trajectory of it seeming to go in slow motion as it bounces down the cliffside. . . and right into the open marlboro’s mouth when it was mid-snore. it shuffles around, seems to cough, before it’s vines start to move, climb up the cliffside towards them.
it looks like, it’s woken up, huh?
she stares down at it, eyes wide— ]
G-Good morning?
[ is that. . . the wrong thing to say at a time like this? ]