[Whoops, they've already depressed the button. Chara abruptly shoots upward like a rapidly-deflating balloon, their lack of balance twisting them in loops and bends that have them reassessing the meaning of cardinal directions in a matter of seconds.
Minutes, possibly. Who can tell? Time is an insubordinate little thing even when it's not passing in years-long chunks while a child slumbers in the soil.
One thing they can say for certain, however, is that impacting the ground is marginally less painful when one's fall is cushioned by flowers.
They manage to tuck and roll before anything breaks, but there's a fresh coat of bruises along their shoulders and scrapes down their arms.]
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[Whoops, they've already depressed the button. Chara abruptly shoots upward like a rapidly-deflating balloon, their lack of balance twisting them in loops and bends that have them reassessing the meaning of cardinal directions in a matter of seconds.
Minutes, possibly. Who can tell? Time is an insubordinate little thing even when it's not passing in years-long chunks while a child slumbers in the soil.
One thing they can say for certain, however, is that impacting the ground is marginally less painful when one's fall is cushioned by flowers.
They manage to tuck and roll before anything breaks, but there's a fresh coat of bruises along their shoulders and scrapes down their arms.]