[ and suddenly, there's a figure seemingly falling out of the sky. haru's still pretty confused about what just happened, but he doesn't really have time to think about it, too busy yelping and flailing, and then groaning when he actually hits the ground. he's stunned for a few moments, staring up at the sky and wondering vaguely where he went wrong with his life, arms akimbo and clothing dusty and grass-stained. his head rolls to the side as he wheezes for breath, though (he's still sick, for crying out loud!), and.. that's.. a very familiar foot, very familiar hem.
pale eyes blink once, then lift, and-- ] M-Mikazuki-san! [ he rolls to his side, coughing, then staggers to his feet, before abruptly flinging himself at the spirit, wrapping dirty arms around him in a fierce hug. ] I! I can't believe you're back!
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pale eyes blink once, then lift, and-- ] M-Mikazuki-san! [ he rolls to his side, coughing, then staggers to his feet, before abruptly flinging himself at the spirit, wrapping dirty arms around him in a fierce hug. ] I! I can't believe you're back!