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[At that, Crow grins. Bring it on, Firo.]

I'd like to see you try!

Why's it so hard to do what you're told? It's for your own good!

[He shakes his head. Moving hesitantly, he walks over to Crow and tries to grab him by the shirt.]

[Firo's hesitation is what allows Crow to back up away from the other's outstretched hand a little. He's teetering a little closer to the edge than before, but otherwise he at least has both of his hands on the roof rather than just one for now as he scoffs.]

You're gonna have to try a lot harder than that if you plan on catching me!

This isn't the kinda place to be foolin' around!

[It's Firo's fault, though, isn't it? He reaches for Crow again to try and pull him away from the edge.]

[Crow doesn't seem to be listening as he practically cartwheels now to avoid the outstretched hand.]

Is that all you've got?

[There is one thing that Crow hasn't noticed yet--if he doesn't pay attention, he'll eventually run out of roof to move on soon.]

This isn't a game!

[He's afraid--though he'd hate to use that word--of Crow going right off the edge. So he grabs for him once again, more quickly, to try and drag him away from it.]

[This time, Firo is a little more successful, almost catching the fabric of Crow's clothing. But Crow leans back out of reach once more.]

Better, but that's not good enough--huh? [Uh-oh. Crow's backed himself into a corner here, moving any further back could cause him to go teetering off the edge of the roof. Oops. He stops moving now to keep himself from stumbling backwards too far, but maybe now is your chance to grab him!!]

[Oh crap. Firo should have known this wouldn't go well. Instead of being angry, for a split second he's just scared for Crow.]

Damn it!

[He darts forward to grab onto Crow any way he can. If he can snag him, then he'll pull him back more firmly onto the roof with all his effort.]

[That time, Firo manages to grab him by one of his hands when Crow starts to teeter back...except that the sleeve of his outfit rolls down a little--if Firo manages to notice in time, there's something not normal about Crow's arm--in particular, the sleeve has rolled down enough to reveal that it looks like Crow's wrist is made of metal, with screws and what not around a ball-shaped joint that allows for wrist movement.

But Crow very quickly snaps his hand back out of Firo's hold, even trying to shove him away as hard as possible.]

Get away from me, you--whoa! [Oops. Maybe he shouldn't have done that, because the momentum of trying to push Firo away from him has caused him to take that final step back off the edge of the roof...aaand there he goes, crashing somewhere below--not quite with a splat though, more like a thud. If Firo looks over the edge, he'll find that Crow didn't become an ugly stain on the ground or what not from falling off the roof--in fact he still appears to be in one piece lying on his back, no blood to be seen anywhere.

But his eyes are closed so maybe there is still a reason to be concerned.]

[Firo glimpses Crow's wrist, but it's yanked away so quickly that he wonders if it was just a trick of the light. He hardly has time to think about it before Crow's falling; he tries to reach for him again, but misses. Panicked, he scrambles to the edge of the roof and looks down.]

Crow! Crow, are you-?

[Oh shit. Firo can't curse enough to express his distress. If Crow's hurt--or dead--Firo's responsible when he was supposed to be looking out for the kid.]

Hang on!

[He slips back through the window and charges through the house to Crow. Cautiously, he shakes his shoulder.]

[He makes a slight noise of annoyance at the shoulder-shaking, but otherwise his eyes are still closed. But hey, at least he's alive maybe?

If Firo tries to check for any injuries or a pulse, he'll find there isn't a pulse to be found in that metal wrist or chest, and no injuries like you'd expect from falling off a roof. If anything, his clothes got the worst of it by tearing in one or two spots. There are a couple of scratches here and there etched into the metal of his "skin", but he's not bleeding....couldn't, even if he wanted to.]

[When he hears that noise, Firo presses an ear to Crow's chest, straining to hear the sound of a heartbeat. It's hard to hear anything over the frantic beating of his own, but after a moment he has to concede. Nothing.

He has no idea what to do. He's never learned anything like this. Lost, he gives Crow another shake and yells into his ear:]

Hey! Wake up, damn it!

[ooc: Sorry this is so late! RL's been eating me up.]

Ugh, cut it out, you moron.

[The response is almost automatic, like about two seconds after Firo yells. Crow's eyes slowly open after a few more seconds--for a split second, Crow's eyes look more gray than green, almost empty and lifeless, but then he blinks and they're the normal green color again as his eyes adjust and fix on Firo, giving him a less than impressed look.] I'm not dead, so would you relax? That shaking and yelling thing is just annoying.

Wh-?

[He wonders if he's just imagining it when Crow first starts talking. He looks a little different, doesn't he? Then Crow blinks and that thought vanishes, swallowed up by the relief that he's not dead.

Firo sits back, too stunned and too thankful to be annoyed.]

I can't... How are you okay? You fell off the roof!

Well I wouldn't have fallen off the roof if you hadn't broken my concentration and had just left me alone.

[Crow even stretches out a little from where he's still lying down--there's a slight give in one of his arms where he might need to make sure that something didn't get pulled out of alignment, but otherwise he doesn't appear to be in pain...]

[Firo doesn't respond to that; he knows Crow's right, but even more he's worried about Crow's wellbeing instead. He shakes his head, confused at how Crow can be so calm.]

That shoulda' hurt you. Are you sure you're all right?

Yeah, of course I am. Didn't I tell you that I couldn't get hurt from doing stuff like this?

[...Or rather, to be more exact, he can't feel pain from doing stuff like this.]

Yeah, but I didn't know you were right!

[He shakes his head again.]

How did that not hurt you? You better not be trying to hide it.

[Crow sits up on the back of his elbows slightly, wiggling the fingers on one of his hands in Firo's face.]

See? There's nothing broken, so everything's fine.

[Although that doesn't answer Firo's question of explaining why the fall didn't hurt him...]

[He's so surprised that he doesn't lean away from Crow's hand, he just watches it.]

There's no way that's possible. Anybody would break a bone or somethin' fallin' from that high.

[There's a slight pause as Crow looks away.]

Yeah well, I'm not just anybody, remember? [He recalls saying something like that just before Firo climbed up onto the roof to try to get him down...]

You can say that all you want. It doesn't make you indestructible.

[He says it firmly, but not angrily. Still concerned, he starts poking Crow around his arms and back to make sure he's not hurting anywhere.

Yeah, he has no clue what he's supposed to do.]

[It actually takes a second or two to even notice Firo poking him since Crow was looking the other way (a sign that Crow doesn't really feel things when it comes to touch either, though he can sort of detect thing like movement, such as when Firo was shaking him earlier), but once he does notice, he tries to push Firo's hand away.]

Cut it out, I'm fine, alright? Didn't I just say that nothing was broken?

[Firo blinks, but backs down. He only notices the delayed response to wonder if Crow suffered any head trauma.]

...I can't believe it. I mean, I'm grateful you're fine and all... It just doesn't make sense! You'd have to be made of steel or somethin' to survive that without a scratch!

[Maybe Crow's even more like Claire than Firo thought, in that they both have an unfair amount of luck.]

[Aaand that seems to get a slight reaction, mouth forming a thin line at the mention of being "made of steel" and what not.]

Well I survived, and that's what matters, isn't it?

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