HE CANNOT REMEMBER HOW HE FELL ASLEEP, only that he must have been very weary. when he wakes, it is to the solid, warm weight of soil atop him, and the curl of a great tree’s roots around him. zeno coughs, no doubt dislodging a solid serving of dirt from his lungs, and attempts to stretch. his head breaches the earth first, and for a brief moment, he is blinded by sunlight and taken with the gentle breeze all at once.
THEN, OF COURSE, HE NOTICES THE GIRL. damn. ❛ hello, little miss, ❜ he chirps, despite the profound oddity of the situation. it’s not everyday someone’s head pokes up from the ground and greets you with at least a decade’s worth of rust in their voice. ❛ could you, uh, give zeno a hand? ❜
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