[He cranes his head to watch his brother leave, even as the bed is moving and he feels himself being shifted into a new position. It's- honestly a little easier? But still feels the weight moving weirdly between his back and shell. And a suspicion of what's happened starts to solidify in his exhaustion addled brain, something he doesn't want to put words to. It's never happened before, something Leo didn't know could happen, as his breath and heart start picking up quicker.
How many hits had it been? How many time had he gotten slammed and tossed around, bouncing like a ragdoll?
Casey, please!
It was supposed to have been quick, was supposed to have been like ripping a bandaid off. So why are the effects still lingering?
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[He cranes his head to watch his brother leave, even as the bed is moving and he feels himself being shifted into a new position. It's- honestly a little easier? But still feels the weight moving weirdly between his back and shell. And a suspicion of what's happened starts to solidify in his exhaustion addled brain, something he doesn't want to put words to. It's never happened before, something Leo didn't know could happen, as his breath and heart start picking up quicker.
How many hits had it been? How many time had he gotten slammed and tossed around, bouncing like a ragdoll?
Casey, please!
It was supposed to have been quick, was supposed to have been like ripping a bandaid off. So why are the effects still lingering?
He slumps a bit watching the door.]
...I know he will.