[While it is terrifying, this isn't the first fit he's endured, and so Shido's mistaking his anger for terror. The rest of him definitely still works. He shrieks as he's picked up, the sound purely of indignation, and though he tries to struggle, his body isn't cooperating, anyway. In fact, all he manages is to grasp onto Shido's clothes as he struggles against the clawing nausea.
[Fortunately, nothing happens. He's set down, his hand still clinging on with strength that the rest of his body lacks. It's a white-knuckled grip even as he sags against the boulder, unable to really keep his own balance.]
Giving up without trying... I can't do that.
[Just as soon ans his indignation started, it's ended in a blink (probably only because of Shido's change of heart, so, he regards him differently, in some capacity.) He clings onto the boulder with the other hand while he tries to mess around in his pockets. Then, he remembers that he won't find what he's looking for. His medicine isn't there.]
I have plenty of energy. I'm not some damned invalid!
[At least, not yet. Hopefully his health doesn't deteriorate further.
[He lifts his head again, bodily tilts, and grips harder onto the boulder to prevent his body from tipping again. He takes a second to properly look at Shido, thanks to the dizziness.
[He manages a bit of a glare, at least, but it's mostly the look of a cornered animal that isn't sure what to expect next. He knows he's prone, he knows he's reliant on his surroundings right now for stability, and it smarts his pride something fierce.
[And he's forgotten, in all the dizzying swirling in his own head, how he has so far refused to let go of Shido's shirt.]
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[Fortunately, nothing happens. He's set down, his hand still clinging on with strength that the rest of his body lacks. It's a white-knuckled grip even as he sags against the boulder, unable to really keep his own balance.]
Giving up without trying... I can't do that.
[Just as soon ans his indignation started, it's ended in a blink (probably only because of Shido's change of heart, so, he regards him differently, in some capacity.) He clings onto the boulder with the other hand while he tries to mess around in his pockets. Then, he remembers that he won't find what he's looking for. His medicine isn't there.]
I have plenty of energy. I'm not some damned invalid!
[At least, not yet. Hopefully his health doesn't deteriorate further.
[He lifts his head again, bodily tilts, and grips harder onto the boulder to prevent his body from tipping again. He takes a second to properly look at Shido, thanks to the dizziness.
[He manages a bit of a glare, at least, but it's mostly the look of a cornered animal that isn't sure what to expect next. He knows he's prone, he knows he's reliant on his surroundings right now for stability, and it smarts his pride something fierce.
[And he's forgotten, in all the dizzying swirling in his own head, how he has so far refused to let go of Shido's shirt.]