( action + dictated . . . kind of! )

[flunkee]

[ 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-- ]

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[is_mafia]

[Thanks for forgetting about him, grandson! He waves Tsuna off, pushing himself up. He wasn't that badly hurt, though Natsu had scratched his hands and his lower arms when he had scrambled away.

Brushing himself off, he casts a glance where Natsu had gone, before turning to look at who had fallen on them. A boy, who looked far more injured than either of them, who was also curiously staring at Giotto like he had seen a ghost.

Maybe he was dazed.]

Are you all right? You're bleeding and you took quite a tumble there.

[Of course, no recognition whatsoever from Giotto. Though it seemed that Tsuna at least knew him from somewhere.] Is he a friend of yours, bambino?

[flunkee]

[ the poor thing-- they'd have to go ater him as soon as they could! but, of course, first they should probably help each other . . .

gosh, natsu did some pretty good damage on his own there . . . ]

Sorry, I . . . I'm fine, I--

[ "giotto". giotto . . . then that really was . . . ! ]

Th-That's-- You're-- [ SORRY MAN U GOT THIS BOY'S TONGUE ALL TIED ]

[not_mafia]

[He gives a sigh of relief when Giotto seems to be fine, and then his attention turns to Enma when his grandfather figure addresses him.

A-ah, he's in shock from seeing Giotto...]

Ah, Enma-kun? Maybe you should sit down... [both because that was quite a fall and... yeah seeing a person who's supposed to be some couple hundred years dead can be a little jarring.

He gives an exasperated sigh. Why did it always seem like the moment one of his friends came, everything just dissolved into chaos? It wasn't Enma's fault, of course-- he understood having that kind of bad luck-- he just kind of wished he could have a normal introduction which didn't involve one of his friends barreling into him and Giotto after falling down the stairs, or his mafia title getting screamed over the journals and his friend being injured to the point of being wrapped like a zombie in bandages... that was probably asking for too much, though.

And then he looks at Giotto, and nods.]

Yeah-- he's a good friend from back home.

[is_mafia]

[Well, that mostly explains that. If he was from home, then he had probably heard of Giotto, and there was no mistaking him with his resemblance to Tsuna. He would never get used to people actually recognizing him and treating him with reverence or fear, like he was untouchable or he had somehow done a good thing.

But that was beside the point and he was getting distracted.

Giotto gives him an apologetic, and hopefully calming smile.] Tsuna's right, you probably should sit down after that fall. I promise I don't actually bite.

[And then, he added somewhat belatedly:] And that I'm not actually a ghost, I swear.