who's teaching me to love?
Falling through space and time in a magical portal?
Well...check?
He lands hard on his left shoulder, grunting at the pain and immediately - instinctually - rolling over it and onto his feet. Narrowed blue eyes scan his surroundings, and though he's undoubtedly freaking out somewhere in his head over the fact that this isn't the city he was just in, there's no time for panic if there is a threat to be found. Except...there isn't.
Harper moves in a slow circle, guard still high even as the crisp air and pale sunlight pulls invitingly at his senses, whispering that he can relax. Certainly an upgrade from the alleyway he'd previously been in, disgusting scents and idiot thugs included. He's not dreaming at least, he's still wearing his Kevlar, still has his weapons and gear, outfitted in sleek black and dark teal. But it still doesn't make sense how he ended up here.
When he continues to find nothing but sky and grass, the man's posture slowly relaxes, muscles unlocking one by one until a calloused hand runs through his dark hair, staring puzzled out at the horizon. "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore," he laughs wryly, wondering what the hell he has gotten himself into now.
