He grimaced in response… not having wings in this life was truly torturous.
“I can’t decide on whether or not that last suggestion is even more humiliating.”
She cocked a brow, an amused smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She'd never seen his face contort to quickly.
"Mm, perhaps we'll simply tie you to a very large balloon. Oh, or maybe we could glue a great many of feathers to you?"
“Pfft—well, I seem to be more suited to the ground than the skies, these days…”
Following her inquiry, his expression soured. As if he found the mere thought of a parachute offensive.
“. . . . . . . I’d rather die.”
"I don't imagine that many people would survive the first time, much less as many as it would take in order to get used to it."
A small flick was delivered to the tip of his nose; playful, a little tease.
"Have you ever considered donning a parachute?"
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❝I’m Helena.❞ She responds with that same smile she wore earlier. She always loves meeting new people. As far as she’s concerned, he’s already a new friend.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ She reaches a hand out for him to shake. ❝It’s nice to meet you, Kane.❞
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“Mmm-hmmm…”
More incoherent muffled speech… until he pushed off of the ground and rolled over, now laying on his back.
“You get used to the impact after awhile… wasn’t from very high, this time.”
"An extravagant entrance, as always."
She'd say, crouching just to his side as she extended a hand to gently pat the back of his head.
"I am glad to see that you have not died."
𝘾𝙍𝘼𝙎𝙃! He hit the ground.
He now laid face-down on the ground… muffled words fighting their way out.
“Mm…. hmmmf!”
Translation: ‘Sup, Scar… dropping in…’
⚡️🦅: His demeanor/attitude at any given time is highly determined by how much of a charge he’s built.
He forgets to discharge, or juices up a bit too much? You get an agent of chaos.
Otherwise, you find him a bit more mild mannered.