[Adachi lands on his stomach, near Dojima's feet, with a whump. Curling up, he lifts his upper body and rubs a hand into his offended forehead, the skin there reddening from its impromptu introduction to the ground. He winces, sitting back on his ankles.]
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[Adachi lands on his stomach, near Dojima's feet, with a whump. Curling up, he lifts his upper body and rubs a hand into his offended forehead, the skin there reddening from its impromptu introduction to the ground. He winces, sitting back on his ankles.]
Sheesh, y'could've knocked, Dojima-san.
[You're one to talk.]