[ and crash they do, directly into a skinny guy in his early twenties wearing what looks like an alliance hoodie. he goes down like a sack of potatoes because he looks like a stiff wind would blow him over anyway, but it looks like this has happened enough to him--falling over, not being hit by a hyena and rainbow on skates--that he knows how to fall. he protects his head as he goes down under furry animal and tasseled lady, hitting the sidewalk pretty hard and grunting as something gets him in the gut.
when the metaphorical dust settles, he's left staring up in exasperation at the sky, wheezing a little to try to get his breath back. ]
You-- [ wheeze. ] You okay? [ come on, olly, that wasn't even your fault. probably. ]
roller derby
when the metaphorical dust settles, he's left staring up in exasperation at the sky, wheezing a little to try to get his breath back. ]
You-- [ wheeze. ] You okay? [ come on, olly, that wasn't even your fault. probably. ]