[It seems like that didn't work either when suddenly there's a whole mess of broken fragments and pieces being launched at him. This time, Wash just covers his face with an arm and sort of turns and curls to the side as the debris comes flying at him, too much to really dodge. And now he's really glad that he's continued to just wear his armor around the mansion despite not seeming to really need it all that much, because when some of it hits him, he knows it would have been damn painful if he hadn't been protected.
He stays as he is for a few seconds after everything hits, whether it hit him, the ground, or the walls behind him, but soon he's peeking over his arm when nothing else happens. It looks like she' stopped. She's stopped and...recognized him, he's pretty sure. When she snaps up to stand straight, he's certain of it, leading him to release a breath he hadn't realized he's been holding onto.
It's almost comical, in a way, when the mess of things she's got up in the air is hidden behind her - or moved in an attempt to hide it, at least. In another situation, it would be funny, but in this one he's too concerned to really focus on it.]
Finally. I thought you were going to throw the basketball net at me next. [It's not really a joke, because this was an honest worry, but it comes out kind of sounding like one.
Waving a little, Wash then takes a couple of tentative steps forward, watching her carefully for a few moments. She does seem to have snapped out of it, at least for the time being, but he's still ready to move quickly just in case.]
You, uh. You have a little something right there. [Nodding to the volleyball on her spear, he almost sort of manages a bit of a smile.] ...Are you okay, though? I mean, obviously not really, because I don't think any of this [an absent gesture to the rest of the gym] is the work of anyone who's doing so well, but... You're not hurt, or anything?
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He stays as he is for a few seconds after everything hits, whether it hit him, the ground, or the walls behind him, but soon he's peeking over his arm when nothing else happens. It looks like she' stopped. She's stopped and...recognized him, he's pretty sure. When she snaps up to stand straight, he's certain of it, leading him to release a breath he hadn't realized he's been holding onto.
It's almost comical, in a way, when the mess of things she's got up in the air is hidden behind her - or moved in an attempt to hide it, at least. In another situation, it would be funny, but in this one he's too concerned to really focus on it.]
Finally. I thought you were going to throw the basketball net at me next. [It's not really a joke, because this was an honest worry, but it comes out kind of sounding like one.
Waving a little, Wash then takes a couple of tentative steps forward, watching her carefully for a few moments. She does seem to have snapped out of it, at least for the time being, but he's still ready to move quickly just in case.]
You, uh. You have a little something right there. [Nodding to the volleyball on her spear, he almost sort of manages a bit of a smile.] ...Are you okay, though? I mean, obviously not really, because I don't think any of this [an absent gesture to the rest of the gym] is the work of anyone who's doing so well, but... You're not hurt, or anything?