Peter's head jerks up when he hears the dude's approach, wondering for a brief second if he was about to get run over like the dude was some kind of runaway train. But luckily for Peter, the guy stops.
Peter takes a second to spit out purple sand before he rolls onto a hip, his numb leg doing exactly nothing in the way of helping.
Gritted out, ]
Leg fell asleep.
[ A slight pause, as he looks over the guy, fully kitted out in armor. Then, ]
... I'm not hallucinating you, am I?
[ Which is a dumb question to ask a potential hallucination. (Hallucinations are likely to deny they're fake, the sneaky bastards.) But, uh. Peter hasn't quite ruled out the possibility this is a really, really bad trip. ]
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Peter's head jerks up when he hears the dude's approach, wondering for a brief second if he was about to get run over like the dude was some kind of runaway train. But luckily for Peter, the guy stops.
Peter takes a second to spit out purple sand before he rolls onto a hip, his numb leg doing exactly nothing in the way of helping.
Gritted out, ]
Leg fell asleep.
[ A slight pause, as he looks over the guy, fully kitted out in armor. Then, ]
... I'm not hallucinating you, am I?
[ Which is a dumb question to ask a potential hallucination. (Hallucinations are likely to deny they're fake, the sneaky bastards.) But, uh. Peter hasn't quite ruled out the possibility this is a really, really bad trip. ]