prettiest face i've ever seen

*Valentine* · 12-20-2014, 10:32 PM

For several heartbeats he lay still trying to get his bearings. For the life of him he couldn't tell what was up or down. Everything was white and gray, either blindingly bright or lightly shaded. And good lord, his neck hurt! It felt like someone had grabbed him by the tail and was stretching his spine to its limits. On top of that, there was heavy weight pressing down on him. It felt like a big ole fat guy was sitting on his head. To top it all off, the world reeled around him, spinning every which way as if he was still rolling. If he knew where the ground was, the brute would have been clutching at it in an attempt to keep himself from falling off.

As his wits returned to him, it suddenly occurred to Valentine that he was sitting on his head and shoulders with his rump in the air. He let himself relax, rump flopping to the ground so that he lay completely stretched out with all for paws pointed behind him. Somewhere above him, Rhythm begged for him to be okay. In all honesty, the only thing hurt about him was his pride, and even then, that he felt he could salvage.

Adjusting his position so that his front paws pointed forwards (as they should), the brute groaned theatrically. If she was going to be sympathetic, then he may as well milk it for all it was worth. Rolling over so that he lay on his side, he whispered, "I think I'll live. Do you see my pride anywhere? I think it fell out somewhere along the way." He had half a mind to suggest that she kiss it and make it better.
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