[He can admit that the floor denting by his head scared the shit out of him, he's good at admitting to himself, if no one else, when something freaks him out. His brain followed up the freak out with 'Jinx has done worse', which is probably a little worrying, but he can't bring himself to care.
Trauma stays where he was on the floor for a moment, closing his eyes and taking stock of injury, dragging the urge to shift back into the back of his mind by force. The color leeches back into his skin and the surrounding areas, feeling it recede back to the depths of his consciousness. That teken care of, he can actually focus on...Everything else. Fuck.
He sits up, pulling his knees up to rest his elbows on them and wipes at his face, acknowledging for the first time, really, that he's bleeding.
What...What the hell is he even supposed to- Trauma sniffs and wipes it away again with the palm of his hand.]
...'Ve said worse before.
[Sure, it's a shit thing to say, but his head hurts and his ears are kind of ringing, so he doesn't care that the first thing that comes out of his mouth is no where near useful]
[Action]
Trauma stays where he was on the floor for a moment, closing his eyes and taking stock of injury, dragging the urge to shift back into the back of his mind by force. The color leeches back into his skin and the surrounding areas, feeling it recede back to the depths of his consciousness. That teken care of, he can actually focus on...Everything else. Fuck.
He sits up, pulling his knees up to rest his elbows on them and wipes at his face, acknowledging for the first time, really, that he's bleeding.
What...What the hell is he even supposed to- Trauma sniffs and wipes it away again with the palm of his hand.]
...'Ve said worse before.
[Sure, it's a shit thing to say, but his head hurts and his ears are kind of ringing, so he doesn't care that the first thing that comes out of his mouth is no where near useful]