[ falco hadn't meant to come into the house— the house wasn't his, or rather, none of his pictures were on the walls, and what had made everything more than abnormal had been that he had just left the elementary school building when the bells rang. he'd been a little cautious when it was all so quiet, but, he steps quietly anyway, poking out of the corner to confirm where he was . . .
historia won't have any trouble throwing the weight she's grabbed down. actually, he's probably smaller than she was, lighter— and definitely younger. he goes down with a thud and the oomph of the wind getting knocked out of him, but he doesn't fight back against the force. he only defends himself with an arm protecting his face. ]
arrival!
historia won't have any trouble throwing the weight she's grabbed down. actually, he's probably smaller than she was, lighter— and definitely younger. he goes down with a thud and the oomph of the wind getting knocked out of him, but he doesn't fight back against the force. he only defends himself with an arm protecting his face. ]