[ —oh, dear, had the bird-thing briefly reached out in a way grimly similar to a person wanting to stop him? maybe it was all in archer's head, anyway. now that he's out like a light, it's about time falco got out of his feathery meat suit.
not that he'll see how that actually happens. depending on the amount of time that archer is out, the remains of bone, muscle and feather are evaporating enough that neighbors might bother him later about the barbecue he had (and fireworks! pop!). falco, once out and on his human boy legs, unloads the discarded gun, slips it into its proper waist holster, annnnnnd . . . well, now it's time to tend to mister archer, starting with the ugly bruise on his temple.
luckily, he knows field first aid, and has a ready supply of gauze and ointment to start at his head. head trauma can be serious. ]
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not that he'll see how that actually happens. depending on the amount of time that archer is out, the remains of bone, muscle and feather are evaporating enough that neighbors might bother him later about the barbecue he had (and fireworks! pop!). falco, once out and on his human boy legs, unloads the discarded gun, slips it into its proper waist holster, annnnnnd . . . well, now it's time to tend to mister archer, starting with the ugly bruise on his temple.
luckily, he knows field first aid, and has a ready supply of gauze and ointment to start at his head. head trauma can be serious. ]