Cloud groaned as he lay on the ground. His whole body was tingling from the whole affair. He wasn't waking up, he'd been awake the whole time. He knew everything he was made to do, everything he was forced to say. From within he did all he could to stop the summoning of that giant moogle but there wasn't anything he could do. At least, he hoped his resistance helped somehow.
But now he lay on the ground, covered in sticky goo and that strange...outfit. The world spun around him. It felt like gravity was pulling him in every direction at once. He felt like if he tried to move then he would slip away down into nothing.
It was unpleasantly like being drunk.
Feeling the cooling sensation of the healing spell cast over him he looked up at Rukia. He smiled at her briefly before turning away, vomiting onto the ground, away from the others as much as he could. A shame, he wanted to try to hold onto that last bit of his dignity.
Re: The Night of the Thirteen Moogles || Conclusion
But now he lay on the ground, covered in sticky goo and that strange...outfit. The world spun around him. It felt like gravity was pulling him in every direction at once. He felt like if he tried to move then he would slip away down into nothing.
It was unpleasantly like being drunk.
Feeling the cooling sensation of the healing spell cast over him he looked up at Rukia. He smiled at her briefly before turning away, vomiting onto the ground, away from the others as much as he could. A shame, he wanted to try to hold onto that last bit of his dignity.
"...sorry..."