[ He is constantly McLosing It in some manner of way at all hours. He’s grumbling as his body continues to make these motions and he finds it extremely bizarre to be lucid and aware as himself for once, even while this is happening. Maybe his graduation diploma worked better than he thought it would (haha unless…?). ]
I’m fine, no broken bones or anything.
[ He says, grumpily, as his body is presumably checked for for movement range. He’s been through worse. He also has no qualms about talking to himself in the middle of nowhere I guess.
…And then there’s a ball? He pauses for a moment as if just waiting to see if his body will automatically do something about it, but when it doesn’t, he’ll pick this thing up. I assume it is like… you know, kickball-sized. Unless you’re telling me this is a (seasons Caiman voice) baseball. ]
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I’m fine, no broken bones or anything.
[ He says, grumpily, as his body is presumably checked for for movement range. He’s been through worse. He also has no qualms about talking to himself in the middle of nowhere I guess.
…And then there’s a ball? He pauses for a moment as if just waiting to see if his body will automatically do something about it, but when it doesn’t, he’ll pick this thing up. I assume it is like… you know, kickball-sized. Unless you’re telling me this is a (seasons Caiman voice) baseball. ]
…Hello?
[ HELLO??? ]