The forest... surrounded the path while I was walking to the school. Then the trees attacked. I didn't see anyone--
[Hakkai's mouth is dry, too. He grimaces, mouth working against a tongue that seems to be trying to glue itself to his palate, and tears his arms free as Ken finishes clawing the vines thin enough to break. His legs are a few more seconds' work.
It's perhaps inevitable that as soon as the last vines part, he realizes that he can't, in fact, stand. His hands and feet are flaring into agonized sensation as he moves, and circulation returns: how long was he here? It had been morning, the last time he'd been aware...
... and he's stumbling, and falling forward, while his mind struggles against the fog in an effort to remember.
He manages, on a wheezing exhale as he collapses:]
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[Hakkai's mouth is dry, too. He grimaces, mouth working against a tongue that seems to be trying to glue itself to his palate, and tears his arms free as Ken finishes clawing the vines thin enough to break. His legs are a few more seconds' work.
It's perhaps inevitable that as soon as the last vines part, he realizes that he can't, in fact, stand. His hands and feet are flaring into agonized sensation as he moves, and circulation returns: how long was he here? It had been morning, the last time he'd been aware...
... and he's stumbling, and falling forward, while his mind struggles against the fog in an effort to remember.
He manages, on a wheezing exhale as he collapses:]
The bento later?