bornthroughalie
Throughout his time in this Hive City, Tsukito had found himself lost in these streets on countless occasions. Day after day, he seemed to find a new area which he had not stumbled into before, and it took him a while to figure a way out. Which was why, after the conversation he’d had with Thor some time ago, he’d actually taken it upon himself to attempt to make a map of his own. Thus, he walked the roads, eyes glued to his notebook, hand working to scribble away an almost illegible path.
But before he knew it, his foot had caught on an uneven bit of the pavement. Immediately the God lost his balance, with little time to even catch himself. Colliding with the ground, and dropping his book in the process, a thud could be heard clear as day. Immediately his body ached with the impact, arm twisted slightly underneath him. It was nothing too serious, but it hurt never the less.
But the God did not utter a word, nor did he let out a cry of surprise. Instead his usual calm demeanour remained, face only briefly warping in pain as he used his injured arm to push himself up. Golden eyes fixated on the limb, he tilted his head, still unused to the changes and limitations a human form brought. Shuffling himself into a seated position, he silently remained there, occasionally moving his arm to try and put pressure, unsuccessfully, onto it. With a slight frown, the God reached forward to grab his notebook from the pavement, finding himself just that little bit too far away from it.
Extending his arm out, the God finally winced, determined to not let the pain stop him from picking up his book.
“Ah...”