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[fishpanties]

[THE SKY IS FALLING.

… Wait, no; it's just an Aoko. ALL THE WAY DOWN FROM THE (very) high ceiling. You might notice that she's wearing a lavender n' black version of this, complete with gadgets.]

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[fishpanties]

I'm the one who should be asking that question.

[jackoclubs]

[swats at her :|]

[fishpanties]

You landed on me already, Bakaito. You don't need to swat me as well.

[swats back]

[jackoclubs]

I'll swat at you if I want to.

[pushing himself up into a sitting position]

[fishpanties]

[I just had over 100lbs of boy land on me, there is no way I'm getting up just yet. Closes her eyes.]

You don't have exclusive swatting privileges.

[jackoclubs]

[giving her a Look]

Are you saying you'll let other people besides me swat at you?

[fishpanties]

Since when have I let anyone?

[jackoclubs]

[. . . swats at again]

[fishpanties]

[floppy counterswat]

[jackoclubs]

[:T clutches at his shoulder with a wince]

. . . you okay?

[fishpanties]

[pauses]

Nothing's broken.

[jackoclubs]

[offering her his hand to help her up]

[fishpanties]

[Shakes her head]

Give me a minute.

[Let's try sitting up first.]

[jackoclubs]

[watching her move, making sure she's not wincing or anything]

[fishpanties]

[S-She is definitely wincing. A lot.]

Next time, I'll let the floor catch you.

[jackoclubs]

Sounds like it might be better for your health.

[fishpanties]

[Touching her ribs gingerly once she's sitting up. Bites back a yelp]

W-What were you even doing, falling like that? Idiot.

[jackoclubs]

[. . . notices that suppression]

Are you sure nothing's broken?

[fishpanties]

Pretty sure...

[hesitantly feeling around a little more]

[jackoclubs]

Does it hurt to breathe?

[fishpanties]

... I don't want to try breathing any more deeply than this.

[jackoclubs]

That's not exactly a good thing, Aoko.

[tilts his head to glance around]

I dunno where we are, but we should find somewhere for you to lay down.

[fishpanties]

We need to be careful..! This whole place could be a trap.

[jackoclubs]

I know that.

[climbing to his feet, suppressing a few winces of his own, but hovering close to her]

The hell is that stupid tin can up to now. . . ?

[fishpanties]

It's… some kind of simulation, I guess.

[the end of the sense is half lost in another stifled yelp and mutters of pained complaint, as she climbs to her feet.]