17TH FLIGHT ➥ AUDIO.

[crowing]

( silence. the first couple of seconds from consists of nothing but quiet static of background noise and what sounds very suspiciously like someone breathing. and then it sounds like someone really freaking stupid doing breathing exercises. )

Hoooooowuh. HAAAAA—!

F-fucking hell! I'm alive!

( a pause. )

I'm alive. . . I'm alive. What the fuck! Whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck.

( there's a quiet grumble of "I said no goddamn trades." )

Which one of you freakin' idiots made the trade?! ( oh yeah, there's a sharp jerk from shock to anger. ) WHICH ONE OF YOU?!

[[ ooc: running off to work, replies after my shift! ]]

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[errandry]

( dodging backwards at once, but it catches him glancingly anyway. there's the faintest flutter of a tic, a flinch that ought to be but isn't, and then it's over. he moves back a few steps more, then halts, fingers brushing along jaw and mouth to check for blood. )

So—there. Got it?