[ hopefully Choso is ready for him to appear, because he does so the same way he does everything: extremely quickly. In a handful of seconds, he's zipped out of his room, up the stairs, and through the doors to the rooftop, finding Choso and skidding to a stop before him in a blue blur. As he said, Sonic looks perfectly fine - exactly the same as he did before. The same can't be said for Choso. ]
[ naturally, the moment sonic says it, choso blinks despite himself, and when his lids lift again there is a small blue hedgehog before him with quills still rustling from the winds of his quick passage.
hey, at least choso can still smile, sort of like he is now. ]
Hello, Sonic. A band of cultists took it as a sacrifice to their kaiju god.
[ like it’s nbd. if he says it like it isn’t, his heart doesn’t thump so hard.
he sort of wiggles said arm, the knotted sleeve of his sweatshirt dangling about. ]
[ he says it so casually, like he got a haircut. Honestly, he doesn't know what he expected. Sonic sighs, deflating rather dramatically before immediately approaching Choso - conversationally, not mach-speed, no worries - with a concerned wrinkle to his blue brow. ]
How'd they manage that? You're no joke in a fight!
[ it's a rhetorical question, voiced in dismay. not that he expected different, but upon closer inspection, it's apparent that Choso's arm is truly and simply gone. ]
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im around. up at the roof garden, it’s quiet and green.
SORRY FOR THE BRIEF DELAY im in a short-term rp this month as well
dont blink ;)
[ hopefully Choso is ready for him to appear, because he does so the same way he does everything: extremely quickly. In a handful of seconds, he's zipped out of his room, up the stairs, and through the doors to the rooftop, finding Choso and skidding to a stop before him in a blue blur. As he said, Sonic looks perfectly fine - exactly the same as he did before. The same can't be said for Choso. ]
Hey -- woah?! Choso, your arm! What happened?
[ THAT'S NOT GOOD?? ]
WORRY NOT
hey, at least choso can still smile, sort of like he is now. ]
Hello, Sonic. A band of cultists took it as a sacrifice to their kaiju god.
[ like it’s nbd. if he says it like it isn’t, his heart doesn’t thump so hard.
he sort of wiggles said arm, the knotted sleeve of his sweatshirt dangling about. ]
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How'd they manage that? You're no joke in a fight!
[ it's a rhetorical question, voiced in dismay. not that he expected different, but upon closer inspection, it's apparent that Choso's arm is truly and simply gone. ]
Are you okay?