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Tōru could make out bits and pieces. Shapes and movements. The flames erupted around him. They were harsh and cold to the touch as the made the world around him rumble. Rumble. Rumble. Why was the rumble rumble rumbling so rhythmic? Slowly his eyes opened the dim light of the moon cast strange shadow over the world as nearby figures ebb and flowed around him. They spoke with words he couldn’t process this definitely wasn’t the trading language of... of… home. Rumble rumble rumble. He looked down. Those must have been his hands. He used them to feel the surface beneath him cool, smooth but rugged, soft enough to damage with his nails: wood.
“Ah. Good morning sleepy head.” A dark skinned man welcomed him. “We were worried that you would never awaken. Not with that injury.” Tōru questioned this strange body. He questioned his sensations and his surroundings. He questioned how he understood this strange man’s tongue. Following his eyeline Tōru moved the hand to touch his head. It stung. It stung a lot, but he wouldn’t flinch he just pressed as soaked bandages released vital fluids. He would gaze at his hands so much of this man’s blood was coming out. Would he be okay?
Tōru could make out bits and pieces. Shapes and movements. The flames erupted around him. They were harsh and cold to the touch as the made the world around him rumble. Rumble. Rumble. Why was the rumble rumble rumbling so rhythmic? Slowly his eyes opened the dim light of the moon cast strange shadow over the world as nearby figures ebb and flowed around him. They spoke with words he couldn’t process this definitely wasn’t the trading language of... of… home. Rumble rumble rumble. He looked down. Those must have been his hands. He used them to feel the surface beneath him cool, smooth but rugged, soft enough to damage with his nails: wood.
“Ah. Good morning sleepy head.” A dark skinned man welcomed him. “We were worried that you would never awaken. Not with that injury.” Tōru questioned this strange body. He questioned his sensations and his surroundings. He questioned how he understood this strange man’s tongue. Following his eyeline Tōru moved the hand to touch his head. It stung. It stung a lot, but he wouldn’t flinch he just pressed as soaked bandages released vital fluids. He would gaze at his hands so much of this man’s blood was coming out. Would he be okay?
