pokerival: (much mature)
Green Oak ([personal profile] pokerival) wrote in [community profile] heleanor 2015-01-07 04:12 am (UTC)

[ His gaze follows the pointing as best that he can, the bag easy to see, and that leads to a bottled tipped over, though he doesn't care for the waste beyond a wince at realising what the wet feeling that he's now noticing.

Just another reason why this day sucks -- but better than blood.

Green's attention doesn't stop at that, grinning and bearing the pain as he turns his head, the arm outstretched before pulled in and rested against his body to help raise him off the ground some. He had his own bag somewhere, but beyond that and Jolteon resting beside him are his other pokémon and the pokéballs, scattered.

Great.

He gives himself a moment, before carefully picking himself with the help of the one arm. It's slow, but not because he has a choice, small grunts accompanying him until he gets himself seated on just his backside than his entire body, and then finally he can exhale a large breath. Ugh; he's going to be feeling this for days, isn't he. ]


You hurt? [ Green doesn't look Red's way but it's said to him, Green's head hung as he tries allowing his body to relax. ]

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