( Armin gathers himself in the stillness, feeling spent and boneless, a little sleepy in the corners of consciousness. he thinks he wouldn't mind, hot and full as he dozes off... Armin opens his eyes, watching the sky for a moment, then begins to shift, weight on his elbows. )
Um. ( a mild concern creases Armin's brow. soft, uncertain who the gentle tone benefits, ) Is everything okay? You didn't finish...
( a swallow of air has long since redirected Armin's breath from his mouth to his nose, harsh and a little ragged. )
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Um. ( a mild concern creases Armin's brow. soft, uncertain who the gentle tone benefits, ) Is everything okay? You didn't finish...
( a swallow of air has long since redirected Armin's breath from his mouth to his nose, harsh and a little ragged. )