[ Were it anyone else, Castor might be hurt. But Stan's default state of being is 'curmudgeonly', so it's a good sign if he's feel well enough to try to shoo her away. Satisfied, she flutters away and settles on the ground.
Ford is a little less relieved, however. ]
Broken ribs?! What on earth happened?
[ He does offer a hand out to Stan, though not more than that right away. He doesn't want to risk making it worse. ]
[Pollux with fly over and join Castor on the ground - she hasn't gone away fully just yet, because someone needs to caw at Stanley if he tries to do anything stupid.
He takes Ford's hand and after a second of steeling himself he pulls himself upright with a loud hiss of pain.]
M'good! I-- [Wheeze!] I just needed to be on my feet...
[Pollux SQUWACKS and encourages Castor to join in, and Stan makes a face their way. Jerks! He hasn't actually let go of Ford's arm though, just in case. That being said, he's doing a better job ignoring the pain now that he isn't actively bending to try and stand anymore.]
Anyway, uh. A lot happened? Pretty sure I know who killed Dipper, for starters. Loop's chasing 'em down now. Got in a fight with Odile over it though. She did some... [He's blanking on their word for it.] ...magic thing? Hit me in the back. Possibly with a magic bolder.
[Ford's welcome to look if he needs to, Stan won't stop him. There is indeed a big bruise on his back, at his ribs! There are no boulders around though.]
[ Oh, that's a lot of information to be receiving all at once! He'll have to address it piecemeal. ]
Loop is? Will they be alright?
[ Ford doesn't know them that well, but what he's seen and heard makes him think Loop is a little... precarious, when it comes to nerves. As for Stan, ford takes a look, but after a moment... ]
Well, you're not bleeding—on the outside, at least.
Yeah. From what I gather they're just as ticked about it as us. Different reasons though.
[He tenses while Ford looks, but sighs with the bare minimum amount of relief when he's done.]
Well. ...Guess it could be worse then?
[His laugh is awkward and a little too quiet for him, because he doesn't wanna aggravate the injury even more. It's also not actually funny, but he's pretty sure living through it means he's allowed to be flippant about it.]
Anyway Loop, uh. Their friend Siffrin? Apparently he's some kinda evil copy that might've killed the real one too. And Dipper. So they're-- they're y'know. Prolly getting their own revenge kill in...
[Wow, talking sucks right now. But what is he gonna do, not talk? There's so many things going on that he's just going to have to wheeze his way through them, obviously.]
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Ford is a little less relieved, however. ]
Broken ribs?! What on earth happened?
[ He does offer a hand out to Stan, though not more than that right away. He doesn't want to risk making it worse. ]
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He takes Ford's hand and after a second of steeling himself he pulls himself upright with a loud hiss of pain.]
M'good! I-- [Wheeze!] I just needed to be on my feet...
[Pollux SQUWACKS and encourages Castor to join in, and Stan makes a face their way. Jerks! He hasn't actually let go of Ford's arm though, just in case. That being said, he's doing a better job ignoring the pain now that he isn't actively bending to try and stand anymore.]
Anyway, uh. A lot happened? Pretty sure I know who killed Dipper, for starters. Loop's chasing 'em down now. Got in a fight with Odile over it though. She did some... [He's blanking on their word for it.] ...magic thing? Hit me in the back. Possibly with a magic bolder.
[Ford's welcome to look if he needs to, Stan won't stop him. There is indeed a big bruise on his back, at his ribs! There are no boulders around though.]
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Loop is? Will they be alright?
[ Ford doesn't know them that well, but what he's seen and heard makes him think Loop is a little... precarious, when it comes to nerves. As for Stan, ford takes a look, but after a moment... ]
Well, you're not bleeding—on the outside, at least.
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[He tenses while Ford looks, but sighs with the bare minimum amount of relief when he's done.]
Well. ...Guess it could be worse then?
[His laugh is awkward and a little too quiet for him, because he doesn't wanna aggravate the injury even more. It's also not actually funny, but he's pretty sure living through it means he's allowed to be flippant about it.]
Anyway Loop, uh. Their friend Siffrin? Apparently he's some kinda evil copy that might've killed the real one too. And Dipper. So they're-- they're y'know. Prolly getting their own revenge kill in...
[Wow, talking sucks right now. But what is he gonna do, not talk? There's so many things going on that he's just going to have to wheeze his way through them, obviously.]