[his head's full of cotton and his ears are full of water by the time green eyes open into... sewage, that's what he swears it is, a panicked hand reaching through pulpy vines, a fighting response that's ingrained in him when he feels cocooned, trapped, drowning -- ]
[he can... breathe? was he always able to breathe under water? is he a thing that can? quizzical limbs search through soft padding, ripping it, rejecting it, clawing his way to freedom with nail and fang]
[the torrent of amniotic fluid gushing over dirty factory ground is a roar, the smack of wet knees and palms the final punctuation from its yell, and a teenager comes bumbling out of a great cocoon webbed between two old and run-down machines only but a few hours after the equally aimless boy wandering the area had]
[hacking coughs are more for panic than requirement, lungs forcibly switching from the sea to the sky]
You -- [it's a rasp at first, one eye locked shut and breath heaving, reaching for the table's surface to help lift himself up; his hand finds a tool instead and he crashes back down with a metallic clang]
Tch! Oi, who are you? [quick one to make demands, isn't he? but he answers his own call quicker than his wayward company can] ...who am I?
no subject
[he can... breathe? was he always able to breathe under water? is he a thing that can? quizzical limbs search through soft padding, ripping it, rejecting it, clawing his way to freedom with nail and fang]
[the torrent of amniotic fluid gushing over dirty factory ground is a roar, the smack of wet knees and palms the final punctuation from its yell, and a teenager comes bumbling out of a great cocoon webbed between two old and run-down machines only but a few hours after the equally aimless boy wandering the area had]
[hacking coughs are more for panic than requirement, lungs forcibly switching from the sea to the sky]
You -- [it's a rasp at first, one eye locked shut and breath heaving, reaching for the table's surface to help lift himself up; his hand finds a tool instead and he crashes back down with a metallic clang]
Tch! Oi, who are you? [quick one to make demands, isn't he? but he answers his own call quicker than his wayward company can] ...who am I?