[Swing and a miss. Qilby, having thrown his entire weight into his fist, tumbles forward and tucks into a roll just before his head smacks the ground. For about fifteen feet, he rolls - just a tumbleweed of white hat, bonking its shoulders on the ground and grunting as it goes - until he slows into a stop.]
[His gaze flicks back to where Val was standing - or what he can see of it; he lost his glasses about ten feet back - and he realizes there's stasis on his skin. He feels it burning through his clothes, dripping onto his face (ugh), burning the hairs of his upper lip where he forgot to shave. It won't kill him in the short term, but he will need a bath sooner rather than later.]
[Qilby's torn between laughing so hard he throws his back out and trying for another blow. Maybe he'd stay gone, and maybe Qilby would fool himself into thinking he wanted that. Stretched between these two opposing impulses, he can only roll his eyes.]
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Date: 2019-07-03 10:08 pm (UTC)[His gaze flicks back to where Val was standing - or what he can see of it; he lost his glasses about ten feet back - and he realizes there's stasis on his skin. He feels it burning through his clothes, dripping onto his face (ugh), burning the hairs of his upper lip where he forgot to shave. It won't kill him in the short term, but he will need a bath sooner rather than later.]
[Qilby's torn between laughing so hard he throws his back out and trying for another blow. Maybe he'd stay gone, and maybe Qilby would fool himself into thinking he wanted that. Stretched between these two opposing impulses, he can only roll his eyes.]