（ he's just sort of blinking up at the guy in bewilderment, more baffled than actually hurt.
well, okay. not entirely true. his pride's hurt. ）
Uh.
（ maybe that would be more astoundingly articulate if he was doing something other than laying in a crater of his own making.
ergo. gotta get up. he lurches to his knees, and then up to his feet like a gangly deer just learning to walk. dusts himself off, resulting in a wafting cloud of powdered concrete dust. his shihakushō is torn — he inspects the ripped fabric with an annoyed moue and then pats it flat. it's less actual damage and more a sign of his reduced reiatsu. ）
no subject
well, okay. not entirely true. his pride's hurt. ）
Uh.
（ maybe that would be more astoundingly articulate if he was doing something other than laying in a crater of his own making.
ergo. gotta get up. he lurches to his knees, and then up to his feet like a gangly deer just learning to walk. dusts himself off, resulting in a wafting cloud of powdered concrete dust. his shihakushō is torn — he inspects the ripped fabric with an annoyed moue and then pats it flat. it's less actual damage and more a sign of his reduced reiatsu. ）
Get to the supermarket?
（ #nailedit. ）