[ chrono recognises he must be being pulled from the ground, but the panic and frustration clouding his consciousness made any acknowledgement of his helper difficult.
sorry hiiro, but that disc is actually just a whorl of hair. like the universes's weirdest cowlick. don't question how it works - it was hereditary. chrono skates his hand through it (and the relatively-normal rest of his hair), dislodging roots and pebbles. ]
Is any of this alright? [ he snaps, shaking soil out of his sleeves. then, immediately feels bad about it, scowl faltering. ] ...sorry. I'm- fine.
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sorry hiiro, but that disc is actually just a whorl of hair. like the universes's weirdest cowlick. don't question how it works - it was hereditary. chrono skates his hand through it (and the relatively-normal rest of his hair), dislodging roots and pebbles. ]
Is any of this alright? [ he snaps, shaking soil out of his sleeves. then, immediately feels bad about it, scowl faltering. ] ...sorry. I'm- fine.