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( action + dictated . . . kind of! )
[ enma is a quiet person to begin with-- his arrival had happened a while ago, and most of the time he had spent was gawking at his new surroundings, the immense castle itself, and of course, the larger source of information he's gotten up to now, this new journal! unfortunately for you guys, as he flips through the pages, in between the blank and the written, there's . . . nothing but silence. awkward silence! just the flipping of pages and the occasional pause as he reads to himself . . . if only he watched where he was going, though!
this means, you know those stairs? those towering castle stairs? this poor boy, while having his head in the talking book, misses his footing, stepping normally when one should be stepping down. he tries to capture himself, he really does, alas-- ]
Wh-!!
[ it's the only thing said over the journal, and following very soon after is the sound of violent tumbling, of a body continuously hitting the floor and rolling in every direction a body could roll, of the journal falling right behind him--
someone should have warned him about those stairs, man. because he is legitimately falling down these flights to no end! just look out, innocent bystanders! with the speed he's gathered, it doesn't look like he'll stop until he's reached the bottom! or . . . until he hits someone-- or something, on the way down. he can only imagine how many bruises he's going to get with this, if his already bandages face and fingers didn't give off the impression that he is quite accident prone. that physical intervention could be you. or not. or you can just laugh or feel second hand embarrassment or wonder how someone can manage to do that . . .
he's going to need a lot of bandages and analgesic creams after this, he just knows it-- ]
this means, you know those stairs? those towering castle stairs? this poor boy, while having his head in the talking book, misses his footing, stepping normally when one should be stepping down. he tries to capture himself, he really does, alas-- ]
Wh-!!
[ it's the only thing said over the journal, and following very soon after is the sound of violent tumbling, of a body continuously hitting the floor and rolling in every direction a body could roll, of the journal falling right behind him--
someone should have warned him about those stairs, man. because he is legitimately falling down these flights to no end! just look out, innocent bystanders! with the speed he's gathered, it doesn't look like he'll stop until he's reached the bottom! or . . . until he hits someone-- or something, on the way down. he can only imagine how many bruises he's going to get with this, if his already bandages face and fingers didn't give off the impression that he is quite accident prone. that physical intervention could be you. or not. or you can just laugh or feel second hand embarrassment or wonder how someone can manage to do that . . .
he's going to need a lot of bandages and analgesic creams after this, he just knows it-- ]
2/? I lied sorry this needs a comment train