[Komaeda turns at the sound of Atem hollering from the top of the hill—there's still color in his cheeks, but even with the flip-flop of excitement in his belly, it's clear that it's mostly from running, now. He smiles, feeling still-nervous but getting there, in terms of being... somewhat confident. But will he really have to keep running...?
He starts his climb back up the hill, taking it slow and steady on those stilts for legs, and panting all the way. Once at the top beside Atem again, he needs a moment where he's bent forward, hands on his knees, to catch his breath.]
Geeze... I never knew this would be such a work out...
[Is it too early to say he misses being a fish? At least as a merperson in the water, the vessel you move through suspends your weight. Never mind that he never would've thought of himself as out of shape, but... Maybe he really should swim more often, to build up his stamina too.]
Alright, [Komaeda takes a breath after resting and pulls himself back up,] let's go again...!
[And again, he runs down the hill with his wings spread wide, letting his body lean forward into the wind, letting his momentum carry him into an angle that catches, half-way down the hill this time, and lets him glide through the air much higher than before...
...Which is where a sense of accomplishment is quickly replaced, as memories of hurdling through the air root fear in the pit of his stomach. Where he'd managed to flap his wings before, now he begins to flap his arms instead—he'll need to right himself if he doesn't want to crash into the ground.]
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He starts his climb back up the hill, taking it slow and steady on those stilts for legs, and panting all the way. Once at the top beside Atem again, he needs a moment where he's bent forward, hands on his knees, to catch his breath.]
Geeze... I never knew this would be such a work out...
[Is it too early to say he misses being a fish? At least as a merperson in the water, the vessel you move through suspends your weight. Never mind that he never would've thought of himself as out of shape, but... Maybe he really should swim more often, to build up his stamina too.]
Alright, [Komaeda takes a breath after resting and pulls himself back up,] let's go again...!
[And again, he runs down the hill with his wings spread wide, letting his body lean forward into the wind, letting his momentum carry him into an angle that catches, half-way down the hill this time, and lets him glide through the air much higher than before...
...Which is where a sense of accomplishment is quickly replaced, as memories of hurdling through the air root fear in the pit of his stomach. Where he'd managed to flap his wings before, now he begins to flap his arms instead—he'll need to right himself if he doesn't want to crash into the ground.]