[Right now, it's not quite so bad. The weight of the dirt on his feet and his calves doesn't disturb him as much as it would if the dirt was on his face or chest (he thinks).
He tries to lie as still as he can, being patient. He tries not to lose his cool and bolt out of the hole with rabbit in his blood. It's just a hole. It's just dirt. Kisa isn't actually burying him. Nothing is going to happen.]
Sorry. [His eyes are staring straight up at the sky, unwavering.] About making you do this.
[If he gets a cute maid outfit, he'll go drown himself in the harbor and pray he won't ever get resurrected again.] We don't know, but it's worth trying. It could give us information, or color, or clues that help us find the hen. [His eyes finally peer over at her, watching her scoop the dirt on him.]
[The fact his lips form a flat, displeased line means she's correct.] Just hurry up and cover me. I'm tired of the stupid games we have to play to please this God forsaken town.
Choking on the dirt and dying would be a merciful death. [He lies stiff in the hole for several long moments without replying or even looking away from his glare toward the sky.]
Keep going. [He's going to be sour to himself. Let him live his grumpy life.] Just because I'm willing to obtain the reward does not mean I condone this in the slightest.
I'm not even sure what fairy tale this is supposed to reference.
[Wow, it's almost like having dirt piled on top of him further up is like being buried alive!! Soft cobbles of dirt tumble into the spiraled dip of his tightly balled fists.
It's fine. It's fine! It's not even six foot deep. The dirt will just make him need a bath, and they even have a good place to do that now. He can soak all of the horror and irritation away.]
[He's sure about the fact he wants to do this to get the reward, but he's not sure about this in terms of being buried alive. And maybe a little about forcing Kisa to do it.]
Kisa doesn't say anything further, just keeps shoveling, fingers still trembling on the handle. It's a bit of a strain on her arms, but the faster she gets this done, the faster Damian can get unearthed again.
Okay, Damian, hold your breath, she's reached your face. ]
[Yeah, okay, wow. They're already at the head. He breathes out, steeling himself. Now that the dirt is on him, he has a strange sense of being both... comforted and strangled.
It's a weird sensation.
Slowly, he draws in a breath, and then he glances at Kisa and nods. Dirt his face, girl.]
It's only when his face is finally covered that he realizes he hates not knowing how long he's supposed to stay here. Maybe a minute is a minimum, but what if it has to be longer? What if his mouth is supposed to be uncovered because he's meant to stay here for a day?
Okay, stop.
He gives it almost two, but those two feel like he'll never come out. The dirt doesn't even budge; he's as still as stone. And then all at once, he surges forward like he's jumping out of his skin, sitting up and gasping. Dirt clings to his face and hair, his clothes, and he coughs as he tries to regulate his breathing.]
[ Kisa's already stretching out a hand to him, braced to help pull him out. It won't be of much help, but there's something terrifying about the thought of him staying under dirt like that. Even if that was only a minute. ]
[Once he can mostly see without dirt in his eyes, he reaches up without hesitation and clasps Kisa’s hand. The grip is firm, but there’s no pull or yank. He uses more of his own strength to get out than he does rely on her. At the top of the hole, he turns around and flops basically.
He’s still coughing some, but mostly starts trying to knock dirt off himself.]
[He gets most of it off and, surprisingly, she gets a chance to help for a few seconds before he grabs her by the wrist and tries to make her stop getting dirt.]
[Hilariously, this legitimately and visible shocks Damian. He stares, face and shoulders still covered with smudges of dirt, like she had slapped him or something.
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[Right now, it's not quite so bad. The weight of the dirt on his feet and his calves doesn't disturb him as much as it would if the dirt was on his face or chest (he thinks).
He tries to lie as still as he can, being patient. He tries not to lose his cool and bolt out of the hole with rabbit in his blood. It's just a hole. It's just dirt. Kisa isn't actually burying him. Nothing is going to happen.]
Sorry. [His eyes are staring straight up at the sky, unwavering.] About making you do this.
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Slowly covering him up and hating every minute of it. ]
... Are you really sure... that it's worth it? We don't even know what the reward will be.
[ And if she buried him alive just so Damian could get a cute maid outfit or something, she's never doing a quest again. ]
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[If he gets a cute maid outfit, he'll go drown himself in the harbor and pray he won't ever get resurrected again.] We don't know, but it's worth trying. It could give us information, or color, or clues that help us find the hen. [His eyes finally peer over at her, watching her scoop the dirt on him.]
It's not as bad as it seems.
[It is. IT IS.]
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[ Because he's doing a lot of reassuring that he normally wouldn't do, and it's not hard to notice. ]
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Choking on the dirt and dying would be a merciful death. [He lies stiff in the hole for several long moments without replying or even looking away from his glare toward the sky.]
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[ But she's doing her best.
To. Cover... him... no, she still hates this a lot. ]
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I'm not even sure what fairy tale this is supposed to reference.
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I don't know, either... but I don't like it.
[ At all. ]
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It's fine. It's fine! It's not even six foot deep. The dirt will just make him need a bath, and they even have a good place to do that now. He can soak all of the horror and irritation away.]
Keep going.
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[ THIS IS FINE, DAMIAN, YOU STILL HAVE TIME. ]
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[He's sure about the fact he wants to do this to get the reward, but he's not sure about this in terms of being buried alive. And maybe a little about forcing Kisa to do it.]
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Kisa doesn't say anything further, just keeps shoveling, fingers still trembling on the handle. It's a bit of a strain on her arms, but the faster she gets this done, the faster Damian can get unearthed again.
Okay, Damian, hold your breath, she's reached your face. ]
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It's a weird sensation.
Slowly, he draws in a breath, and then he glances at Kisa and nods. Dirt his face, girl.]
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She is also absolutely poised to try and haul him out at any given second. ]
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It's only when his face is finally covered that he realizes he hates not knowing how long he's supposed to stay here. Maybe a minute is a minimum, but what if it has to be longer? What if his mouth is supposed to be uncovered because he's meant to stay here for a day?
Okay, stop.
He gives it almost two, but those two feel like he'll never come out. The dirt doesn't even budge; he's as still as stone. And then all at once, he surges forward like he's jumping out of his skin, sitting up and gasping. Dirt clings to his face and hair, his clothes, and he coughs as he tries to regulate his breathing.]
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[ Kisa's already stretching out a hand to him, braced to help pull him out. It won't be of much help, but there's something terrifying about the thought of him staying under dirt like that. Even if that was only a minute. ]
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He’s still coughing some, but mostly starts trying to knock dirt off himself.]
Never again.
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[ Which is why she, herself, is now shaking like a leaf poised to free-fall from its branch, even as she reaches out to help dust him off. ]
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I'm fine. It's over now. Are you... alright?
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[ SHE'S PRETTY UPSET, SIR. ]
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I'm fine! I'm inquiring whether or not you're of sound mind right now!
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[ So. There. ]
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Surprisingly, he's speechless.]
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Go ahead, Damian. Fight her. ]
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Don't worry, this won't occur again.
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