we need some downtime

[grandhighblood]

Characters: the grand highblood
Setting: that weird spring forever floor
Format: don't care
Summary: he is bleeding a little but he's pretty beat up from that fight, and worn out. being a big target is tough work, ok??? he's been wandering around the new floors and found himself sitting out in the middle of the grassy field. oh god do you want to approach him? he looks surprisingly peaceful???
Warnings: the grand highblood

[ it's really bright on this floor, but he found himself adjusting to it somewhat. it definitely wasn't anything as strong as Alternia's sun. he's sore, scratched up, bruised and plain old tired, so he's sitting in the middle of a grassy field, surrounded by delicate yellow and purple flowers.

a very bizarre scene indeed.

he's just resting up, trying to regain some strength. ]

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[grandhighblood]

[HEH HEH, MOTHERFUCKER. He finds that expression quite satisfying, wondering if maybe this was a missed opportunity...but no, his body is struggling between his needs and wants already, and that's tiring enough as it is. Besides, sometimes a highblood didn't feel like doing shit if he all didn't want to. He's not considered a capricious troll for no reason, after all.

His body is still screaming at him, especially when the Summoner's shocked expression changes to an infuriatingly attractive grin. God, he could just go back and reach down--

NOPE OK OK, he can totally make the best of this. The last thing he wants is to do this while his body is sore and uncomfortable. Why not do this at full strength? It would feel even better to start off fresh, to paint on a clean, new, lovely canvas.

His gaze lingers for a second, then with a small chuckle he turns to find the stairway, leaving the troll to sit in the grass.]