scattered-scientist:

[ * He doesn’t have much mobility outside of his own hands holding this reforming body up, and most of his concentration’s going towards the ones lodged in Flaps’ jaw bones. It’s pretty safe to say that he’s swept up in the lunge. ]

[ * But, ah, now you have those butterflies to contend with, and they’re starting to swarm him. The bone making up his face is where they decide to light, followed by a faint scratching sound. What is it they’re trying to do..? ]

{ * …That’s just playing dirty. You know exactly what they’re doing. }

[ * What? Trying to scrape away and eat the bone? Maybe. ]

📝 [NAUGHTY????]

📝 [Flaps doesn’t seem to be too focused on this swarm – he instead is Wholly Intent on crushing Pathos’ skull and any of that reforming body that he can. He’ll deal with the pest problem after – he’s gotten aware enough to be able to piece together that Hey, This Guy Started This, therefore, he dies first.]

📝 [MAYBE that’s a little too much. BUT! He sure is ripping at Pathos at this point. No mercy.]

📝 [Definitely safe to say that Pathos won’t be permitted to return when he inevitably comes back from this.]

scattered-scientist:

[ * 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.]