( it's not as if he was expecting to fall very gracefully, but having a body break his short drop to the ground is an extra layer of worrisome. before any apologies can slip out through his mouth, he's harshly shoved off — with the cutout obstructing the natural roll-and-kneel position of defense he attempts to recover in. his leg gets further stuck in, and his hands stay clear on its "shoulders", bending it to face misaki yata as well.
... misaki yata? ah, that rude and uncouth man. he might have shunned his attempt at friendship, but kuroh intuits there's something trustworthy about him deep down. perhaps it was a clansman-to-clansman thing. he can't say he isn't relieved to see a familiar face, even if it's ... this one. )
A-again with that name? ( it slips out in an indignant huff, face reddening as he scrambles to stand. with his waifu. ) It's stuck! She's stuck! ( and he has to ask for his help. probably. )
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... misaki yata? ah, that rude and uncouth man. he might have shunned his attempt at friendship, but kuroh intuits there's something trustworthy about him deep down. perhaps it was a clansman-to-clansman thing. he can't say he isn't relieved to see a familiar face, even if it's ... this one. )
A-again with that name? ( it slips out in an indignant huff, face reddening as he scrambles to stand. with his waifu. ) It's stuck! She's stuck! ( and he has to ask for his help. probably. )