And then the pale boy in white crashes into Trowa. While on the way down he may have looked like he was floating, a feather on the breeze, he lands like what he is: a boy who's (somehow) fallen from a really high tower.
". . . Ow," says Trowa, from underneath a heap of splatted prince.
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Okay, okay, take two!
Date: 2009-07-09 03:57 am (UTC)". . . Ow," says Trowa, from underneath a heap of splatted prince.