[His body's having a fit. So much so that his breathing seems far too loud in his ears. The world's still tilting like a sinking ship, and his focus fragments too much that the Phantom Thief outfit completely collapses into nothing, revealing him in only jeans and a hoodie a full size too large.
[Shido's words muddle so much he can barely hear him. Shit. The dose wasn't wearing off already, was it?
[He tries to glance up, only to actually tilt and fall over onto his side. His unbalanced state lingers, his fingers digging into the dirt to try to find purchase and stand up again. Rolling onto his back is a bad idea; if the nausea continues, he doesn't want to have a mess all over himself, so he doesn't do that.
[His pride absolutely burns. His thoughts scream at him, trying to will his body into proper motion.
[So now, as awkward as it is, Akira doesn't say a damned thing, keeps any and all sounds at bay other than those that he can't: his fingers and hands shifting and scratching on the dirt as he tries to right himself with all the grace of a prone turtle.
[Except, turtles have more coordination right now than he does.]
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[Shido's words muddle so much he can barely hear him. Shit. The dose wasn't wearing off already, was it?
[He tries to glance up, only to actually tilt and fall over onto his side. His unbalanced state lingers, his fingers digging into the dirt to try to find purchase and stand up again. Rolling onto his back is a bad idea; if the nausea continues, he doesn't want to have a mess all over himself, so he doesn't do that.
[His pride absolutely burns. His thoughts scream at him, trying to will his body into proper motion.
[So now, as awkward as it is, Akira doesn't say a damned thing, keeps any and all sounds at bay other than those that he can't: his fingers and hands shifting and scratching on the dirt as he tries to right himself with all the grace of a prone turtle.
[Except, turtles have more coordination right now than he does.]