North's mostly sure it just happened because Felix starts ranting about it. Not because he can smell the chicken, and not even because a piece harmlessly bounced off his forehead and a few more are probably stuck under exposed edges of his armor.
"Yikes," he drawls, more in contact embarrassment that sympathy, lifting his eyebrows in the sudden rush of giddy possibility that he's walking away from this alive. Just as long as he doesn't topple in the next few minutes. "Tough luck, guys."
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That just happened.
North's mostly sure it just happened because Felix starts ranting about it. Not because he can smell the chicken, and not even because a piece harmlessly bounced off his forehead and a few more are probably stuck under exposed edges of his armor.
"Yikes," he drawls, more in contact embarrassment that sympathy, lifting his eyebrows in the sudden rush of giddy possibility that he's walking away from this alive. Just as long as he doesn't topple in the next few minutes. "Tough luck, guys."