This feels worse than waking up from a caffeine crash, and the words spoken seeming to suggest there's no option to try returning to sleep. His neck aches, and as Donnie tries to lift his head, still feeling oh so heavy, he winces.
"Where..." he starts to say, or tries to anyway, the word sounding sleep-slurred as he starts to slowly become more aware of his position. His shell is sore, or maybe it's his spine in general for being secured upright to a chair, and he gives a twitch of a jerk at the bonds keeping his hands and arms in place, eyes widening as the last dredges of sleep evaporate.
He sees his things, feeling terribly vulnerable seeing that his battle shell's been removed, but there's a feeling like ice settling in his stomach when he spies the pendant Leo had given him, among his belongings. I thought that wasn't supposed to be removable... There's a pang as he sees Illex, and despite knowing he's tied to a chair, Donnie still can't help but try tugging against it.
That's when he sees Rock, and it's like he'd already forgotten he'd been tied up as he strains against the ropes again.
Bad, bad, very bad..!
His eyes fly towards the voice, although passing briefly over the skull masked figure, though there's something familiar about him. Donnie can't quite connect these details just yet, not when the very person whom he's been avoiding for so long is there before him.
The turtle...isn't sure what he'd expected of Grusa. The mask is unsettling, looking at them in general is somewhat unsettling somehow.
He swallows, putting on his bravest face as he snorts. "Sore loser, huh?"
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Date: 2025-06-19 07:10 am (UTC)"Where..." he starts to say, or tries to anyway, the word sounding sleep-slurred as he starts to slowly become more aware of his position. His shell is sore, or maybe it's his spine in general for being secured upright to a chair, and he gives a twitch of a jerk at the bonds keeping his hands and arms in place, eyes widening as the last dredges of sleep evaporate.
He sees his things, feeling terribly vulnerable seeing that his battle shell's been removed, but there's a feeling like ice settling in his stomach when he spies the pendant Leo had given him, among his belongings. I thought that wasn't supposed to be removable... There's a pang as he sees Illex, and despite knowing he's tied to a chair, Donnie still can't help but try tugging against it.
That's when he sees Rock, and it's like he'd already forgotten he'd been tied up as he strains against the ropes again.
Bad, bad, very bad..!
His eyes fly towards the voice, although passing briefly over the skull masked figure, though there's something familiar about him. Donnie can't quite connect these details just yet, not when the very person whom he's been avoiding for so long is there before him.
The turtle...isn't sure what he'd expected of Grusa. The mask is unsettling, looking at them in general is somewhat unsettling somehow.
He swallows, putting on his bravest face as he snorts. "Sore loser, huh?"