[Sliding the chair back, Hope rises to his feet. He stretches his arms out before him and cracks his fingers, wincing as the act pulls on the aggravating pain in his back.]
I'm okay... but do you know when these things stop hurting so much? [He gestures toward his back, where the blanket sticks out oddly, covering his new wings.
The possibility of retrieving his things is a small relief, at least.]
[action!]
I'm okay... but do you know when these things stop hurting so much? [He gestures toward his back, where the blanket sticks out oddly, covering his new wings.
The possibility of retrieving his things is a small relief, at least.]