[ This is the funniest autopilot he’s ever had to be in, please. Yeah he’s just kind of letting this ghost take him wherever because he would really just rather have no braincells — and like. He puts up with the branches kinda brushing up against his clothes, wiping dew off on his jacket. He puts up with the bushes kinda jabbing in in the legs, either on his metal boots or higher, giving him some prickles. He is barely putting up with being smacked in the face with a branch here and there, and the longer they walk, the more subtly 💢 he’s getting. He can’t even zone out / ‘sleep’ in peace anymore even in a field trip.
And then you know, they just kind of slip and fall, except he manages to roll a 20 and gets a perfect landing, god. It’s his muscle memory and his natural 20 dexterity, which he sometimes considers a curse due to Reasons but right now it’s kind of appreciated. However, this seems to be a bit of the last straw for him because he’s just yelling at whatever, pointing to his… feet I guess. Since he’s being made to walk places. His nap!! ]
Okay, stop! If you’re going to take over my body, the least you can do is stop running me into shit! Fuck! Even that other guy does it better than this!
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And then you know, they just kind of slip and fall, except he manages to roll a 20 and gets a perfect landing, god. It’s his muscle memory and his natural 20 dexterity, which he sometimes considers a curse due to Reasons but right now it’s kind of appreciated. However, this seems to be a bit of the last straw for him because he’s just yelling at whatever, pointing to his… feet I guess. Since he’s being made to walk places. His nap!! ]
Okay, stop! If you’re going to take over my body, the least you can do is stop running me into shit! Fuck! Even that other guy does it better than this!
[ STOP IT!! ]
Where am I going, anyway?!