[ It'd be nice if the tray were soft and cushiony instead of hard and metal, but it nevertheless does the job— on Kano's end, it feels like he slammed into a brick wall, and on Nana's end... the momentum and the force with which he'd hit the tray is definitely enough to knock normal person off their feet.
At least... snow is soft...
It's also blessedly cold, and Kano rolls over onto his back and lets whatever aches and pains he's accrued all over his body get numbed by the ice, but it does nothing to help his head stop spinning, and neither does closing his eyes and pressing the palms of his hands down over them, but he tries that anyways. ]
Ouch...
[ With the pain, his illusions are broken, which is fine when he's covered up with his hands pressed over his eyes, but it's no good to be like this, he needs to get his head to stop hurting so he can sit up and see if Nana's still alive. ]
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At least... snow is soft...
It's also blessedly cold, and Kano rolls over onto his back and lets whatever aches and pains he's accrued all over his body get numbed by the ice, but it does nothing to help his head stop spinning, and neither does closing his eyes and pressing the palms of his hands down over them, but he tries that anyways. ]
Ouch...
[ With the pain, his illusions are broken, which is fine when he's covered up with his hands pressed over his eyes, but it's no good to be like this, he needs to get his head to stop hurting so he can sit up and see if Nana's still alive. ]