Gradually, Zelos began to regain his senses, and with them, his short-term memory. He recalled standing in front of the door as it swung outwards, and he remembered his body collapsing against the floor. The only logical conclusion was that the door had opened and hit him square in the face.
With considerable effort, he rose to a sitting position. His vision was still double, or so he estimated. There were two pink heads, side-by-side... Then again, nothing else was doubled. Maybe there were just two Simcas? ... Except Simca #2 had no breasts and a real bitch of an attitude.
"Don't worry, I'm fine. It just looks like this jackass..." He indicated toward Kiric with an accusatory finger. "... figured he'd swing the door open carelessly."
Zelos paused to reach up and gently feel at his own face. He winced, noting the growing lump on the right side of his forehead. That'd leave a mark... but, hey, what better to garner sympathy from the ladies? Given he didn't look like the hunchback or anything.
"Naa, Simca-chan," he began, the tiniest of pouts forming on his oh-so-handsome face. "Do you think you could kiss it better?"