[ he could feel his muscles about to snap— oh, there it went.
no, it didn’t actually snap, but with enough waiting and slow motion wiggling, shōyō’s foot has slipped right out of the inside of his elbow and whacks the floor of the tent. he doesn’t know what those floors are made of, only that . . .
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[ he could feel his muscles about to snap— oh, there it went.
no, it didn’t actually snap, but with enough waiting and slow motion wiggling, shōyō’s foot has slipped right out of the inside of his elbow and whacks the floor of the tent. he doesn’t know what those floors are made of, only that . . .
it hurt . . . and his voice squeaks: ]
Not again.