ā Yeah, about there. ā How embarrassing this must be, to be thoroughly owned by a doorknob of all things. Who knew those things could hurt . .
Actually, wait a second, it hurts? The sensation of pain is real? As if testing those thoughts, he shakes his arm and argh, yup, yup, there's going to be -
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She's there, concern wrought throughout her features as mismatched eyes search for his wounds. "A-Are you alright?" Her featherlight voice carries on the wind like like a hymn. She offers a delicate hand and rests over his arm. "It's here, right?"
Yuna
Accidentally whacks his arm right up against the doorknob upon his rushing out -
ā ARGHHHH!!!!
Ain't nothing funny about this!! ā
