can you hear the silence - open; attacked

[Alexandre]

— alexandre f.m.r

The paw that pressed on his side received no response, but the boy's lungs began to breath harder. His paws began to stir, fidgeting slowly into consciousness. With a ragged heave, the feline rolled over onto his back with his ears pressed close to his cranium. Hazy eyes stared out at the crowd nearby. Alexandre's blurred vision scanned his surroundings and landed on Goldenpaw. His jaws merely parted bit by bit at the sight of blood leaking from his body, but he made no movement.

As oxygen radiated throughout his brain, memories came back with vengeance. Pain radiated within his head as he began to move upwards, only to feel a stranger's paw slam down onto his chest and hold him in place. His gaze lulled forward. Exhausted and further traumatized, a lowly groan left him. What a situation to explain! Technically, he did it... but also not... like someone else did but in his body... So how does that work? How the hell would he explain that to them anyways, especially without evidence? Good lord. While Alexandre would love to get into the intricate details to free him from burden, his throat was raw from Goldenpaw's successful attack. "Wasn't me, sweetheart," he responded shortly. "Possession. Sojourn." His tone was quiet and strained. Alexandre didn't want to talk right now. Maybe later.

His head settled back down onto the floor. The stained cat let out a ragged sigh and rolled back onto his side, settling down without a care. A pounding headache radiated within and the urge to give into his cravings kept him ignorant. "Somebody get me a drink." Due to his dull tone, one might take his request seriously, but the subtle cheeky smirk curling along his maw said otherwise. What a fitting joke.