[ simon's had some luck with the hunt. one of the shinier eggs is tucked under his arm and he's holding a tiny kaleidoscope on a chain up to his eye when he catches the repeated pattern of a guy falling out of a tree. which, in a spinning collection of reflections, could be mistaken for a guy falling up into a tree, but that seems less likely.
when that becomes apparent, simon, ever the compassionate protagonist, races over to emil, letting his loot fall in favor of kneeling down and checking to see if emil's been knocked straight out. he's awake, thankfully, but the shocked and still thing isn't totally reassuring. ]
Are you alright? [ he asks, putting a hand on emil's shoulder. any kind of response he'll take as a good sign. ] That looked like it fucking hurt.
a hopping good time!
when that becomes apparent, simon, ever the compassionate protagonist, races over to emil, letting his loot fall in favor of kneeling down and checking to see if emil's been knocked straight out. he's awake, thankfully, but the shocked and still thing isn't totally reassuring. ]
Are you alright? [ he asks, putting a hand on emil's shoulder. any kind of response he'll take as a good sign. ] That looked like it fucking hurt.