[Not that Izumi would ever feel hostility toward Rohan, but whatever helps Rohan sleep at night . . .
It's as if he somehow went from point A to B between blinks. One moment, he's at the door, inviting Rohan in; the next, he's on the floor and feeling vaguely disoriented as he props himself up on his elbows.]
Looks that way. Jeez, and I'm even wearing socks!
[How embarrassing. With that established, he climbs onto his feet, which he makes sure are planted firmly on the floor.]
Sorry about that. What did you need help with?
[Mowing the lawn? Because that sounds like a good idea right now, for some reason.]
It should've been on your wall exactly five years ago.
It's as if he somehow went from point A to B between blinks. One moment, he's at the door, inviting Rohan in; the next, he's on the floor and feeling vaguely disoriented as he props himself up on his elbows.]
Looks that way. Jeez, and I'm even wearing socks!
[How embarrassing. With that established, he climbs onto his feet, which he makes sure are planted firmly on the floor.]
Sorry about that. What did you need help with?
[Mowing the lawn? Because that sounds like a good idea right now, for some reason.]