[Those several seconds King regards his successful rescue attempt, Evan is working hard to calm himself down from reflexive hyperventilation. That fall should have broken bones. It was just as startling to find himself having fallen on a soft surface, albeit a much, much more welcome surprise than the mystery of which femur he would have shattered.]
My god, you really know how to look on the bright side, don't you.
[His sass is windless, and he huffs a mighty sigh. Taking stock of himself, he sits up gingerly -- and realizes he's managed to cling to the bag of spheres throughout. He looks at them, and huffs again.
And then the hangover begins to hit, hard and fast enough that Evan turns a little green.]
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My god, you really know how to look on the bright side, don't you.
[His sass is windless, and he huffs a mighty sigh. Taking stock of himself, he sits up gingerly -- and realizes he's managed to cling to the bag of spheres throughout. He looks at them, and huffs again.
And then the hangover begins to hit, hard and fast enough that Evan turns a little green.]
Oh I'm not sure I yet won't.