( kizuna's student waits with bated breath and attentive eyes, only to be disappointed when his esteemed teacher goes sailing (falling) through the air, fingers just slipping away from the next rope.
there's a spray of colorful balls into the air, dully thudding against each other, and neuvillette reaches out one hand, leaning forward to shout—well, he doesn't actually know the young man's name yet so nothing comes out, just a sad exhale of air. this really isn't going so well, now is it?
instead of continuing on himself, his first priority is to check on the well-being of his companion. following the first uproar of foam balls comes a second as he jumps down, landing a little more graceful as a result of the more purposeful leap. from there, it's a matter of wading through the balls, hands spread as he tries to clear his path. )
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there's a spray of colorful balls into the air, dully thudding against each other, and neuvillette reaches out one hand, leaning forward to shout—well, he doesn't actually know the young man's name yet so nothing comes out, just a sad exhale of air. this really isn't going so well, now is it?
instead of continuing on himself, his first priority is to check on the well-being of his companion. following the first uproar of foam balls comes a second as he jumps down, landing a little more graceful as a result of the more purposeful leap. from there, it's a matter of wading through the balls, hands spread as he tries to clear his path. )
Are you quite alright?