a quiet purr rumbles in the chest of a God, tail curling itself around their paws as nonexistent gaze fixates on the young boy, head tilted to side, in curiosity. heâs hurt, they can see, feel that. a somewhat worried meow leaves their maw, rubbing their head on his cheek, in an attempt to comfort him. (you okay there, kid? that robot... it kicked your ass.)
@irraediate
fading  in  and  out  of  consciousness  after  a  grade-a  smackdown  ,  green  eyes  finally  pry  themselves  open  when  he  feels  something  soft  rubbing  on  his  cheek  .  after  staring  at  the  blurry  world  around  him  â  a  mix  of  his  glasses  being  knocked  off  and  the  possible  concussion  he  just  granted  himself  â  jake  slowly  turns  his  head  to  see  a  familiar  face  .  well  ,  a  face-less  face  .  his  pet  ?  no  .  guardian  ?  whatever  gcat  happened  to  be  .
              ââŚâŚâŚâŚÂ  peachy  .â Â
after  the  one-word  lie  leaves  his  lips  ,  jakeâs  hands  fumble  ,  running  along  the  grass  beside  him  ,  praying  his  glasses  have  landed  within  arms  reach  .  though  ,  after  a  few  seconds  ,  it  sinks  in  that  he  isnât  so  lucky  .    Â
