[ falco would not escape this time— not even if he wanted to try it did he have a proper opening to do so. the boy stumbles back a step but grounds himself, onto one knee behind angelo's torso and away from the rifle's recoil with a sideways duck. the sound of a gunshot is little to the ears that have grown accustomed to explosions, to artillery shells and grenades, to aiming his own rifle at targets and getting used to the dense pop that would ring in his ears. the doll—
it says something, rings something, a croak of a would-be cackle or maybe a final cry for help that shatters under the rigid sole of angelo's shoes. thwuck, thwuck, thwuck, continuously into overkill. it reminds falco, through his swollen eyes and his gruesome maw. it doesn't stop after the first, nor the second when it was long "dead" (if he could've ever called it living), and rising from his pocket of security, falco could hear the scuttling of more creatures that were too uniform to be animals. he could hear their voices: HELLO THERE! HIYA!
levi said they had to know when to make their choice given the opportunity to, and even if his mind was deafening and his heart drummed wildly in his ears, his nature whispered between the cracks of their chaos, of the mute moment shared between him and his rescuer. he had to do something, more than crying and more than being a nuisance if they wanted to survive. angelo's anger was as vicious as gabi's once. he takes the man's free hand and pulls, their eye contact connecting and falco's body weight pulling forward. guide him like he guided you. ]
—I'll tell you where they arr, and if they're closh 'nuff to shoot! [ but they had to move; it was the only aid falco could offer him when they both had to dash if they wanted to get out, or else they'll keep coming. he knew how to estimate, how to aim, and to hopefully encourage they keep going: ] I know how!
[ he just didn't have a gun, but he could be the eyes of a shooter. ]
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it says something, rings something, a croak of a would-be cackle or maybe a final cry for help that shatters under the rigid sole of angelo's shoes. thwuck, thwuck, thwuck, continuously into overkill. it reminds falco, through his swollen eyes and his gruesome maw. it doesn't stop after the first, nor the second when it was long "dead" (if he could've ever called it living), and rising from his pocket of security, falco could hear the scuttling of more creatures that were too uniform to be animals. he could hear their voices: HELLO THERE! HIYA!
levi said they had to know when to make their choice given the opportunity to, and even if his mind was deafening and his heart drummed wildly in his ears, his nature whispered between the cracks of their chaos, of the mute moment shared between him and his rescuer. he had to do something, more than crying and more than being a nuisance if they wanted to survive. angelo's anger was as vicious as gabi's once. he takes the man's free hand and pulls, their eye contact connecting and falco's body weight pulling forward. guide him like he guided you. ]
—I'll tell you where they arr, and if they're closh 'nuff to shoot! [ but they had to move; it was the only aid falco could offer him when they both had to dash if they wanted to get out, or else they'll keep coming. he knew how to estimate, how to aim, and to hopefully encourage they keep going: ] I know how!
[ he just didn't have a gun, but he could be the eyes of a shooter. ]