[ How convenient for those audacious monks that there's a pair of push-over big brothers so readily available for them to take advantage of. Such is the burden of being the responsible eldest, alas. Yuta's not even really keeping track of what he's being made to hoist around anymore, but the three bags that have currently been stacked into his arms have accumulated into something that's taller than he is. (Filled with soil, he suspects, by the weight and smell of them.) The small mercy is that the path he's meant to take is a simple one, a straight line to his destination from A to B, and so his obscured vision shouldn't be too much of a hindrance.
Should being the keyword.
Maybe if he'd reacted the moment he heard the muted warning, he could have avoided whatever he's meant to look out for, but there's a strange familiarity to the voice that snares and snags on his attention which costs him a crucial second or two of reaction time. Unfortunately for Yuta, it makes the collision inevitable and down he goes with a startled cry that's soon muffled as he gets buried beneath the very bags he'd been carrying.
There's a beat of silence in the aftermath before the now sprawled and covered figure lets out a soft, pitiful: ]
... Ow.
[ This is fine. He's fine. Who needs air anyway? Just give him a second. ]
HI bestest oniichan!!
Should being the keyword.
Maybe if he'd reacted the moment he heard the muted warning, he could have avoided whatever he's meant to look out for, but there's a strange familiarity to the voice that snares and snags on his attention which costs him a crucial second or two of reaction time. Unfortunately for Yuta, it makes the collision inevitable and down he goes with a startled cry that's soon muffled as he gets buried beneath the very bags he'd been carrying.
There's a beat of silence in the aftermath before the now sprawled and covered figure lets out a soft, pitiful: ]
... Ow.
[ This is fine. He's fine. Who needs air anyway? Just give him a second. ]