[The mushroom sidles aside as Tsukishima walks up to give him room, watching him and the Potoo curiously. Avelwyn takes a moment to shift, horns just long enough to awkwardly prop his head up a little.]
...Not really.
[He's not fast enough to scrabble to his feet at the rest of them oncoming, which makes the arrows a welcome interruption; his spear's a few feet away and he hasn't quite spotted it yet in all the other distractions.]
- I think yes? [One of his ears flicks down sheepishly.] Sorry about that.
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...Not really.
[He's not fast enough to scrabble to his feet at the rest of them oncoming, which makes the arrows a welcome interruption; his spear's a few feet away and he hasn't quite spotted it yet in all the other distractions.]
- I think yes? [One of his ears flicks down sheepishly.] Sorry about that.