[The fall is harder when there's someone beneath to break it. It's harder because now there are bones and sharp angles and scrambling and they think they may or may not have jabbed the other child somewhere in the face in the process.]
[Handling them roughly. Sharply. The way they do everything.]
[Bruises are nothing new. Chara hisses out between clenched teeth. They've bitten their tongue on the way down; they can taste copper. Aches in their knees, on their ankles, like they jarred bones on the way down - breathing hard. Winded.]
I've had worse.
[Muttered darkly, between the throbbing in their knees.]
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[Handling them roughly. Sharply. The way they do everything.]
[Bruises are nothing new. Chara hisses out between clenched teeth. They've bitten their tongue on the way down; they can taste copper. Aches in their knees, on their ankles, like they jarred bones on the way down - breathing hard. Winded.]
I've had worse.
[Muttered darkly, between the throbbing in their knees.]
I should have known it'd never be that easy.