(He snaps because not even Shylock is allowed grace when he crashes onto him from how many meters in the air but it's right about now that he begins to notice things. The pained way Shylock calls his name, making him channel his annoyance into proper worry to see if he's hurt. Followed by the way Shylock grips his chest, the scent of smoke that doesn't make any sense, and a feeling of warmth that feels familiar to him.)
Oi. (He sits up setting Shylock upright so he can really see.) What's wrong? What're ya--
(Hands reaching to move Shylock's away, fingers feeling an unnatural warmth from his body, and everything dawning on him.)
Hey!
(And he places his hands over Shylock's chest to try and smother the fire out.)
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(He snaps because not even Shylock is allowed grace when he crashes onto him from how many meters in the air but it's right about now that he begins to notice things. The pained way Shylock calls his name, making him channel his annoyance into proper worry to see if he's hurt. Followed by the way Shylock grips his chest, the scent of smoke that doesn't make any sense, and a feeling of warmth that feels familiar to him.)
Oi. (He sits up setting Shylock upright so he can really see.) What's wrong? What're ya--
(Hands reaching to move Shylock's away, fingers feeling an unnatural warmth from his body, and everything dawning on him.)
Hey!
(And he places his hands over Shylock's chest to try and smother the fire out.)
The hell is this?