Guardian is not a snack that smiles back. They're barely even a snack, it looks like, and this is a fact that would give Guardian some measure of petty satisfaction if they knew what was even going on, exactly. As it is, they're glad to be given even just a little room to move.
All they do (all they can do) is tear off their helmet, turning onto their side and coughing still. But at least they can cough out. And not, like, suffocate on their own blood. Again.
They're not even paying attention to Yveltal at this point. Sorry, buddy. Too busy coughing up pink onto the grass.
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Date: 2017-07-02 04:45 am (UTC)All they do (all they can do) is tear off their helmet, turning onto their side and coughing still. But at least they can cough out. And not, like, suffocate on their own blood. Again.
They're not even paying attention to Yveltal at this point. Sorry, buddy. Too busy coughing up pink onto the grass.