[ it'd be a lie to say that the ball pit didn't interest Lloyd. it was huge, it was colorful, and it wasn't anything he'd seen during his year and some of traveling the world(s)-- though it looks like something that could have been an attraction in Altamira's theme park, he muses. he couldn't resist getting a closer look at it even if he tried, so he'll just be stepping forward curiously, peeking over the edge while not paying attention to the homosexual samurai behind him...
the next thing he knows, he's falling face-first into the pit with a shout, arms and legs flailing as he tries (and repeatedly fails) to get his balance. balls are flying everywhere thanks to his "efforts"-- one of those flyaway balls might actually end up hitting Souji square on the forehead.
once he finally rights himself, he's going to shoot his assailant(?) the nastiest glare he could send while sitting in a pit full of colorful plastic balls. ]
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the next thing he knows, he's falling face-first into the pit with a shout, arms and legs flailing as he tries (and repeatedly fails) to get his balance. balls are flying everywhere thanks to his "efforts"-- one of those flyaway balls might actually end up hitting Souji square on the forehead.
once he finally rights himself, he's going to shoot his assailant(?) the nastiest glare he could send while sitting in a pit full of colorful plastic balls. ]
Hey!! [ YOU SUMBITCH YOU GONN GET YOURS ]