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"Wake up."

Your character walks in on mine having a violent flashback and is forced to pin them down for both of their safety. Send me, ‘wake up’ for my character’s reaction/coming to with yours still on top of them.

"No. I can’t.. Hurts.. don’t.." The small procyonid mumbled out, training together sentences that made no sense as he spoke to no one in particular. His dark eyes glazed over, staring blankly into space. Sharp claws digging into whatever he happened to hold tight onto, which happened to be Groot’s hand—of which was nearly the size of his whole body.

"Make it stop.." A visible shiver shook his small frame as he pleaded and yanked on his ears and dragged his paws down the sides of his face before he curled up into a ball against the wall of wood that Groot provided for him. He whimpered and forcefully shut his eyes, arms holding one or two of his fingers tightly against his chest as his brain took its time to recaliberate itself.

When he heard his friend’s voice and it took no less than three tries, he slowly blinked open his eyes to find himself clutching onto Groot.. Again. That the bad dream while he’s wide awake wasn’t the reality on the other side of his eyelids and he expelled a sigh of relief.

No, this would not be the first time this had happened and he knew it wouldn’t be the last. He was thankful for the source of comfort Groot was when he didn’t know the kind of damages he’d have done otherwise. Damages.. He bolted upright, loosening his hold over the branches in his arms to examine them, despite that they’ll grow back.

His ears turned backwards, he couldn’t face his buddy eye to eye, not after tearing his hand to pieces. ”Thanks, pal.” He mumbled sheepishly, still wrecked from his too-real flashbacks. “Sorry ‘bout your arm..”

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