R freezes for a moment. Think fast. He's done it before.
"Uh," he says intelligently. He blurts the first thing that comes to mind. "Only...a sprain."
He's been dead long enough that R wouldn't know the difference between what a break and a sprain looks like even if it hit him in the face. Hopefully that did the trick. With the sun no longer reflecting off the snow, he can see Atticus way better now, enough that he can definitely tell from the way he moves that he's 100% Living. R takes a step and then another toward him without realizing it. Now he can catch something, that electric Living smell, starting to waft off Atticus, and...something else. Funky. Something he's never smelled before and this is from a guy who's shoved his nose into way more organs than he can count.
In retrospect, it probably should've tipped him off.
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"Uh," he says intelligently. He blurts the first thing that comes to mind. "Only...a sprain."
He's been dead long enough that R wouldn't know the difference between what a break and a sprain looks like even if it hit him in the face. Hopefully that did the trick. With the sun no longer reflecting off the snow, he can see Atticus way better now, enough that he can definitely tell from the way he moves that he's 100% Living. R takes a step and then another toward him without realizing it. Now he can catch something, that electric Living smell, starting to waft off Atticus, and...something else. Funky. Something he's never smelled before and this is from a guy who's shoved his nose into way more organs than he can count.
In retrospect, it probably should've tipped him off.