You could have rolled! I fell from the sky; it can't have been that hard to see me coming.
[Okay. Deep breath, fists clenched, count backwards from ten.
...Maybe twenty would be a better idea. His claws are digging into his palms; he doesn't remember unsheathing them.
In an effort to distance himself for a minute so he can concentrate on not flipping out, he looks away from the boy at the miles of trash surrounding them. Ten, nine, eight.]
I'm fine. You? [The question brings with it a small pang of guilt--in lashing out, he hadn't even checked.]
no subject
[Okay. Deep breath, fists clenched, count backwards from ten.
...Maybe twenty would be a better idea. His claws are digging into his palms; he doesn't remember unsheathing them.
In an effort to distance himself for a minute so he can concentrate on not flipping out, he looks away from the boy at the miles of trash surrounding them. Ten, nine, eight.]
I'm fine. You? [The question brings with it a small pang of guilt--in lashing out, he hadn't even checked.]