[ * The butterfly will make it out somehow. It’s smarter than it looks. ]
[ * Flaps is free to grab that club, because the hands have let it go to favor lodging themselves in his jaw’s socket, trying to pop it out of place. ]
[ * Pathos, meanwhile, is hovering a few feet away, waiting for his body to grow back. Those butterflies work quick, as they’ve got his rib cage mostly assembled, the new bone dripping a sickly green ichor. ]
[ * It might also be nothing, but a few of the butterflies have started hovering around Flaps’ head. ]
📝 [Hope so…..]
📝 [He does grab it, but once those hands go for his jaw he really. Starts freaking out a bit. He doesn’t seem quite as enraged now – more afraid. This hurts!!! This Sucks???? Horrible. Awful. 0/10.]
📝 [He flails around a bit in an attempt to get the hands away – and he spots the partially-reformed Pathos. He LUNGES, full speed, aiming directly for the skull this time.]
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