Lewis only meant to push the two of them out of the way, but ended up doing it a little bit harder then he meant. Instead of the two of them stepping to the side, they ended up in a dramatic lunge to the side. Slightly embarrassed, and slightly injured from smacking his head into the floorboards, he waited till Syrah got up to make sure she was ok. Then again, it was also because he wanted to make sure he was past the immediate danger of being squished by a big blue body. Looking around briefly, he noticed Rykanis standing at the doorway, apparently having stopped. He had been rotating his arm in large circles, for what reason he didn't know. Then Rykanis promptly began shouting at him about stealing the shiny. Lewis began feeling nervous, agitated. He was in the room with Syrah, and had ran in there to hide from the big blue man who was now in the room shouting at him. Then Syrah jumped up and shouted something else about a table and a book, and Lewis was swarmed with a feeling of protection and anxiety, which was a bad mix with his current emotions. He curled up on the floor, and began his rapid quick babbling of an explanation to both of them, making excited and fast hand gestures to go along with it. “I was there, and you were there, and we were there, but you were not there, just him and I and we and us but not you. And then he and I were there and we were attacking each other and he would smack me and I would hit him and he would hit me again and then I flew through the air and I hit the other guy and the other guy was there and then the other guy yelled and then he tried to hit me and then you were there and the other guy wasn’t there and then we went to the other place and you wouldn’t let me have a shiny and you gave me a woody and then you got a woody, and you kept smacking me with the woody, and you wouldn’t let me hang onto both of the woody things and then he took the woody things all three of the woody things and I saw the shiny and the shiny is better than the woody and the ... the shiny … oooooh.” With all the nervousness and the anxiety, not to mention hitting his head on the floorboards, Lewis had started hyperventilating. His breathing became shallow and rapid, and he worked against it trying to get more air in. He laid his head back down on the floorboards and waited for his senses to return, if they ever did. Closing his eyes, he tilted his head back and tried to relax, but couldn’t. All of his muscles were tight, and he had to keep breathing. |