He hopes this is the right one? Does Luka expect there to be more then one head in this rubble? His thoughts scatter at that idea, and he doesn't realize what the Princess could possibly be talking about until his hair is being yanked??
It's not the nicest feeling in the world, and neither is the bit of concrete that catches on the ridge of his eyebrow and tears it open, but being able to see and hear again makes it worth it. His eyes roll around, figuring out where he is before he lands on his body.
Navigating said body while he's over here is uh always hard, and not something he'll ever get used to, so Luka will get to hear these several minutes while he struggles awkwardly across the rubble, going left when he means right, grabbing with the wrong hand, bracing his boot on unstable ground. He gets there eventually though, holding his own cheeks as he plucks himself out of Luka's grip.
It's easier from here, where he can hold his head more or less where it would normally go as he moves across the room, ransacking a nurse's station for some gauze and wrapping his head back into place. Finally. There is the rattling noise of him drawing breath again, and he coughs roughly.
"Nope, no," he mumbles to himself, his voice spare and nearly silent, like he's got laryngitis. He coughs again, and while whatever audience they've gathered at this point gets to see him loosen the gauze up and shift his head around again, trying to find the perfect position to settle into, Luka will be left in silence for awhile. Give him a second to adjust himself. He'll be will you soon.
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It's not the nicest feeling in the world, and neither is the bit of concrete that catches on the ridge of his eyebrow and tears it open, but being able to see and hear again makes it worth it. His eyes roll around, figuring out where he is before he lands on his body.
Navigating said body while he's over here is uh always hard, and not something he'll ever get used to, so Luka will get to hear these several minutes while he struggles awkwardly across the rubble, going left when he means right, grabbing with the wrong hand, bracing his boot on unstable ground. He gets there eventually though, holding his own cheeks as he plucks himself out of Luka's grip.
It's easier from here, where he can hold his head more or less where it would normally go as he moves across the room, ransacking a nurse's station for some gauze and wrapping his head back into place. Finally. There is the rattling noise of him drawing breath again, and he coughs roughly.
"Nope, no," he mumbles to himself, his voice spare and nearly silent, like he's got laryngitis. He coughs again, and while whatever audience they've gathered at this point gets to see him loosen the gauze up and shift his head around again, trying to find the perfect position to settle into, Luka will be left in silence for awhile. Give him a second to adjust himself. He'll be will you soon.