[About halfway through that trek, the sack of popotoes unwell man begins to stir; a sound that's half-groan, half-wheeze leaves him.]
Ungh...
[He would have been disoriented even without his position and the movement, but those aspects certainly don't help. Luckily for the both of them, he doesn't have nearly enough coordination to push himself off Emet-Selch's shoulder, which is his instinct. Instead, he only ends up with a shaky hand grasping onto the back of the other man's top.]
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sack of popotoesunwell man begins to stir; a sound that's half-groan, half-wheeze leaves him.]Ungh...
[He would have been disoriented even without his position and the movement, but those aspects certainly don't help. Luckily for the both of them, he doesn't have nearly enough coordination to push himself off Emet-Selch's shoulder, which is his instinct. Instead, he only ends up with a shaky hand grasping onto the back of the other man's top.]