[Michael cackles again and opens his hand to let the body drop away. He's actually a little disappointed when it turns out to be fading instead - the smack of a body on wood is much more dramatic.
He doesn't even try to dodge the tackle, but hitting the floor knocks the breath out of him both literally and, for a moment, metaphorically. Everything's a jumble in his head; he knows Alex, but he couldn't quite say how, and for a while the idea that he has any ties to humanity at all, even in his own body's fragility, was entirely forgotten. There shouldn't be pain shooting down his back. He shouldn't even need to recover his breath.
So he won't. It's nothing. He's fine. He reaches up to brace his arms against Alex's, and smiles again.]
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He doesn't even try to dodge the tackle, but hitting the floor knocks the breath out of him both literally and, for a moment, metaphorically. Everything's a jumble in his head; he knows Alex, but he couldn't quite say how, and for a while the idea that he has any ties to humanity at all, even in his own body's fragility, was entirely forgotten. There shouldn't be pain shooting down his back. He shouldn't even need to recover his breath.
So he won't. It's nothing. He's fine. He reaches up to brace his arms against Alex's, and smiles again.]
Oh, I'm sorry! Was it not Beaky's time?