( He shows no reaction to that raised arm, to the gash, to the sudden vacancy as Kyle teleports away. He'd have continued to stand there listlessly for a while, probably, were he not currently having his face introduced to the wall.
There is no response to the sound of his name. No focus in his eyes, no searching out the sound or feeling of breath near his side-turned face. He's blank.
There are a few things he wasn't capable of back home that would've made this fugue state situation far more dangerous.
For example: the ability to magically create a storm. Ominous clouds begin to gather rapidly on the fucking ceiling of their bedroom. Might wanna try that again fast, Kyle — lightning's bound to follow. )
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There is no response to the sound of his name. No focus in his eyes, no searching out the sound or feeling of breath near his side-turned face. He's blank.
There are a few things he wasn't capable of back home that would've made this fugue state situation far more dangerous.
For example: the ability to magically create a storm. Ominous clouds begin to gather rapidly on the fucking ceiling of their bedroom. Might wanna try that again fast, Kyle — lightning's bound to follow. )