[The voice cuts right through the dizziness and stinging pain like a knife. His eyes widen as he gets a good look at his own face. He never thought of himself as handsome, or anything past average.
But he knows himself well enough that one eye being strange is a beacon for his attention. He swallows, unsure what to say and only settling for a quiet.] Yeah.
Just a fall. [Slowly he sits up, unsettled not by his own face but the demeanor. He isn't exactly a quiet individual, but he never had a nothingness in his eyes or a quiet, patient, watchfulness.]
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But he knows himself well enough that one eye being strange is a beacon for his attention. He swallows, unsure what to say and only settling for a quiet.] Yeah.
Just a fall. [Slowly he sits up, unsettled not by his own face but the demeanor. He isn't exactly a quiet individual, but he never had a nothingness in his eyes or a quiet, patient, watchfulness.]
...w-what are you?