[ Well. He's flying, suddenly, feet above ground and sky, sky all around him—
—until gravity pulls him and he yells, a distinctly undignified whoa that gets swallowed in the seams of Oren's jacket.
This is a weird week. ]
...Gus.
[ He corrects, limp in the crook of Oren's arm, resigned to the fact that he has no idea what he's just walked into. His deflation is only momentary, though— the crack of a gun cues him in to the fact that they're still not out of the woods, yet. ]
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—until gravity pulls him and he yells, a distinctly undignified whoa that gets swallowed in the seams of Oren's jacket.
This is a weird week. ]
...Gus.
[ He corrects, limp in the crook of Oren's arm, resigned to the fact that he has no idea what he's just walked into. His deflation is only momentary, though— the crack of a gun cues him in to the fact that they're still not out of the woods, yet. ]
—Hey, hey! Run!