Awkwardly, she lingered over the male, wondering if he would raise any time soon. When he failed to, Aria kneeled beside him curious orbs studying his body. No injuries seemed to be apparent, though she could not be sure with just a quick skim.
“ — H- hey. Are you okay??“
ARGON could not help,
but wonder what she meant by soiled it, what had she cleaned the room and he
soiled it by falling? Was he ruining some aesthetic he did not understand and
most likely would not without understanding?
“Yeah, yeah, I’m
ace,” and he did get up, before looking at the raven with something of a
sheepish smile, “so…wassup?” He was totally trying to ignore the fact he [slipped.]
