[ choso doesn't jump at his name, per se, but there is a lifting, a rising on the balls of his feet that- even when he's settled back down- continues on like a wave up into his shoulders, his arms, his hands. it flexes his fingers, clenches and opens them again as he runs through a thousand aborted little actions, as if he must pick up and discard each course of action like raiding a stranger's rolodex of What-Do-I-Do cards. there seems to be no entries on the topic of dropping your elf.
shit, he dropped their elf ]
Khhu- Ahh-- [ he starts and stops, skipping like a record while his thoughts try to untangle the equivalent of a ten car pile-up.
but just then, plonk goes a ramen bit, caroming starchily off his knee and knocking loose something from the heap. ]
Are you okay?! Forgive me!
[ the hands are still a write off, sort of hovering there uncertainly, ungainly during this calamitous crossing of operator wires. ]
no subject
shit, he dropped their elf ]
Khhu- Ahh-- [ he starts and stops, skipping like a record while his thoughts try to untangle the equivalent of a ten car pile-up.
but just then, plonk goes a ramen bit, caroming starchily off his knee and knocking loose something from the heap. ]
Are you okay?! Forgive me!
[ the hands are still a write off, sort of hovering there uncertainly, ungainly during this calamitous crossing of operator wires. ]
You said to put you down!