The visuals disorient him, but it's not as bad as the sounds skewing and skipping in weird places. Radar's used to his eyes misbehaving ever since he got his first pair of glasses as a toddler; sometimes, he thinks, that's why he got such good ears to compensate.
But now that he can sorta see where he's going, Radar touches a palm to where one of the walls ought to be. He misses the first time, corrects on the second, inches along in anticipation of the wall or the floor dropping out from underneath him at any second. He stops when he hears the footsteps above him. Holds his breath. Cocks his head, just a little.
Where do you want to be?
It's a crazy idea, but the whole point of talking to a madgod is that he makes you go a little crazy, right?
Cautiously, Radar lifts a foot and plants it against the wall to see if he can walk straight up toward the footsteps.
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But now that he can sorta see where he's going, Radar touches a palm to where one of the walls ought to be. He misses the first time, corrects on the second, inches along in anticipation of the wall or the floor dropping out from underneath him at any second. He stops when he hears the footsteps above him. Holds his breath. Cocks his head, just a little.
Where do you want to be?
It's a crazy idea, but the whole point of talking to a madgod is that he makes you go a little crazy, right?
Cautiously, Radar lifts a foot and plants it against the wall to see if he can walk straight up toward the footsteps.