Of our world. [ His breath hitches painfully when he moves, but it's a sharper ache helps with the fuzziness he felt. It took real force to lay him out like this, yes, but this is actually quite galling now that he has a second to think about it. That it seems his brother didn't decide immediately to demand what he'd done to him emboldens the little god.
He sits himself up some, lifting his head again to look at him from between spread fingers. In bad shape or not, his pride dictates that he hardly needs supported like a child.
Though, well, he could probably use it. Honestly, he'd have preferred laying flat out on the floor for a good hour or so. Not moving sounded like a great idea but, no, his brother couldn't have possibly just left him be. ]
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He sits himself up some, lifting his head again to look at him from between spread fingers. In bad shape or not, his pride dictates that he hardly needs supported like a child.
Though, well, he could probably use it. Honestly, he'd have preferred laying flat out on the floor for a good hour or so. Not moving sounded like a great idea but, no, his brother couldn't have possibly just left him be. ]