[Nero's immediate response is a long fuuccck before he even recognizes there's someone nearby, because it's his usual response to his body getting thrown around like a piece of snow in a snowglobe. Except without the fluttering. More slamming into the ground.
At least he's not impaled this time.
Nero cracks open his eyes, lifting himself onto his hands. His bones are already reknitting -- what was that? A femur? And a rib. He breathes in with a rattle. Oh. Yeah. At least one rib.] Ow.
[But his healing is quick enough when it's not an entire goddamn arm, and only after a fuck off Nero's getting onto his knees, then back on his feet, brushing snow off his blue coat.] I'm not a princess. Back off. [He looks around. Down. How the -- how the fuck is he back on the top?] The hell. Where did you come from? This isn't your mountain. [Another look around. No. He's had his own share of mountain tops. Snow. The whole shebang. It's not the same, even if he's ignoring the giant goddamn hands.]
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At least he's not impaled this time.
Nero cracks open his eyes, lifting himself onto his hands. His bones are already reknitting -- what was that? A femur? And a rib. He breathes in with a rattle. Oh. Yeah. At least one rib.] Ow.
[But his healing is quick enough when it's not an entire goddamn arm, and only after a fuck off Nero's getting onto his knees, then back on his feet, brushing snow off his blue coat.] I'm not a princess. Back off. [He looks around. Down. How the -- how the fuck is he back on the top?] The hell. Where did you come from? This isn't your mountain. [Another look around. No. He's had his own share of mountain tops. Snow. The whole shebang. It's not the same, even if he's ignoring the giant goddamn hands.]