@southern-belle-outcasts asked: how many fingers am i holdin’ up? - for TJ Chaotic Dialogue Accepting
TJ isn’t sure what happened, all she knew was now she’s lying prone on the cement dazed with the loudest ringing in her ears. Pure yellow widened at the fact she actually hurt, everywhere. a scowl flickers over her brow as a groan she couldn’t hear falls from her lips. Freezing abruptly, panic fills her expression even as her teeth hook over her lip in one corner hard.
She starts to shift her limbs slowly as she struggles to keep her breathing calm, checking to see if she could move them, relief floods her when everything moves, just slightly at first before she stubbornly pushes out another groan & shifts her feet more noticeable, her arms lifting to her head as she lets out another breath.
Not another stroke, yay.
Even though she doesn’t remember ringing being part of that experience. She tries to sit up, far too quickly, wincing as she falls back down. Pure yellow eyes start to move to the side, she wants to see what happens. Only to flick directly to her Aunt when she saw her walking to her. She squints at her, not really able to make out her words.
Rubbing the side of her head & gradually pushes herself up onto her elbows, scowling deeply at the fingers her alt-dimensional Aunt is holding up for her.
Closing her eyes with another unheard groan, she raises her hand & places it on her temple, as if it’ll keep herself steady & opens her pure yellow eyes again. Still seeing the same amount of fingers.
“ Err... Four?”
She thinks? Maybe? Don’t people normally hold up two fingers when they ask that question? Was that the question. Did she say four?