Thud! Mukuro hissed. The drop left more bruises on his lower back and jarred the elbow he put out to break his fall. Break his fall? It felt more like the impact was threatening to break his elbow instead. After being rolled aside by Gokudera's foot, he struggled to raise himself up. But his skeletal, violently shaking arms gave way and he was forced to lay on the floor where he had been casually deposited, breathing laboured.
The illusionist shut his eyes and counts to and back from one hundred, alternating languages between each number while he takes the pain and isolates it within his mind, to be dealt with later. He considers crawling to the next room, except that would make him look even more like the worm that Gokudera is treating him as. Then his jaw tightens, resolve strengthens, and he decides to crawl anyway since it's better than looking defeated by a rough drop.
It hurts though. Every single muscle screaming in protest as he forces his body to slide, wriggle, push himself across the floor. The friction against his skin is almost as bad as the prickling invasive feeling of Storm flames, especially when patches of skin previously marred by those flames are touched upon.
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Date: 2012-09-18 05:15 am (UTC)The illusionist shut his eyes and counts to and back from one hundred, alternating languages between each number while he takes the pain and isolates it within his mind, to be dealt with later. He considers crawling to the next room, except that would make him look even more like the worm that Gokudera is treating him as. Then his jaw tightens, resolve strengthens, and he decides to crawl anyway since it's better than looking defeated by a rough drop.
It hurts though. Every single muscle screaming in protest as he forces his body to slide, wriggle, push himself across the floor. The friction against his skin is almost as bad as the prickling invasive feeling of Storm flames, especially when patches of skin previously marred by those flames are touched upon.