[Hunter is probably tucked away in some corner of the hell void, checking out his nose on his phone's front camera while Flapjack fusses at him. He will at least put down his phone when Rynlan finds him, though.]
... I'm fine. [But then the bird promptly yanks on his little hair noodle, chirping like he's calling him out.] Ow— I said I'm fine!
[He is very fine and also nursing some flash burns, cuts, scratches and a whole lot of bruising. Public executions just be like that.]
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... I'm fine. [But then the bird promptly yanks on his little hair noodle, chirping like he's calling him out.] Ow— I said I'm fine!
[He is very fine and also nursing some flash burns, cuts, scratches and a whole lot of bruising. Public executions just be like that.]