[But after that he can't really think much of anything given he's having flashbacks to every rodeo he's ever been a part of. It's not like the fall is far enough to kill him-- plastic is durable and he's falling into grass, after all-- but it's a matter of pride. Still, he manages to shout even despite being shaken around because. Of course he does. Jed prioritizes yelling above all else.]
Maybe you should fight me up here! Cats're supposed to climb trees, you said so yourself! [For a moment or so he thinks maybe his scrabbling is enough to regain a grip on the branch, but it's a short-lived pipe dream and with a yelp he's shaken off of the tree.
He's not even sure where he ended up dropping his gun. Goddamn.]
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[But after that he can't really think much of anything given he's having flashbacks to every rodeo he's ever been a part of. It's not like the fall is far enough to kill him-- plastic is durable and he's falling into grass, after all-- but it's a matter of pride. Still, he manages to shout even despite being shaken around because. Of course he does. Jed prioritizes yelling above all else.]
Maybe you should fight me up here! Cats're supposed to climb trees, you said so yourself! [For a moment or so he thinks maybe his scrabbling is enough to regain a grip on the branch, but it's a short-lived pipe dream and with a yelp he's shaken off of the tree.
He's not even sure where he ended up dropping his gun. Goddamn.]