[Ventus had taken to spending part of the night out watching the stars. They made him feel better, and it was a good way to spend an evening, if you asked him. He was guiding the Glider down at the moment, intent on dropping down onto a roof, but it was, admittedly, a bit hard to see. He thought he had to space right and jumped....
But missed.
He let out a cry as he landed wrong and slipped back, catching the edge of the roof and gripping, panting as he tried to calm himself and prepared to try and get himself back up on the roof itself. Easier said than done.]