[fourth wall]

[wipesfaith]

[Jean is out and about doing who the fuck cares what. It's fourth wall...what were you expecting, actual plot and character development? Just come bother him.]

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[wipesfaith]

[Jean is there to catch her...!

Except not really, because he hadn't expected her to come tumbling out like that, so with a loud oof he's slamming into the floor and she's slamming into him.]

[skirtcladgunner]

[Even though Jean had cushioned her fall, the fall itself hadn't exactly been the most fun experience in her life. She yelps when she slams into him, then groans loudly in pain.]

Oww...

[Then she realizes she's on top of someone and her face flushes. What the hell?! This just keeps getting worse and worse.]

[wipesfaith]

[He sucks in his breath through his teeth, cringing at the throbbing pain of his wings crushed beneath him.] Shit...

[When he moves to sit up, her weight stops him, and-- Oh. Uh. Hey. That...sure is a girl on top of him. He at least manages to prop himself up on his elbows, to alleviate the pressure on his wings.]

Do you mind? [As in get up so he can get up too. If his face is red, she's just imagining it.]

[skirtcladgunner]

Right! Sorry. [She quickly moves off of him, cheeks flushed.] But it's not my fault I was trapped in the closet like that to begin with, you know.

[wipesfaith]

Didn't think it was. [He's gingerly picking himself up from the floor.] When I showed up here, I was stuffed under some guy's bed and he assaulted me with a pillow. So don't worry about it, okay?

[skirtcladgunner]

I'm not worrying about it that much! [Sounding a little snippy. She's quick to calm down, fortunately.] Ugh. I shouldn't be taking things out on you. Sounds like you've been here a hell of a lot longer than I have, though. Where are we?