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williamthehelot ([info]williamthehelot) wrote in [info]deadofnightic,
@ 2016-08-21 14:43:00
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Who: William Emerson and OPEN
What: Will is accident prone
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: downtown, outside
Rating: PG
Warnings: none


Will was headed to his master's office, having been sent to file some documents that Nicholas had finished on the weekend. He was nervous, of course, despite the fact that he was carrying signed written permission from Master Edding that he was allowed to be out alone in order to complete his errand. Ideally, he wouldn't even have to talk to anyone while he was out. Still, it made him feel vulnerable, walking down the populated sidewalk all alone. He kept his head down, trying to disguise his height so he wouldn't stick out so much.

He was probably too focused on avoiding the people around him rather than where he was walking. His toe caught on a lip in the sidewalk and suddenly he was falling, his papers scattering everywhere. He hit the ground hard and pain blossomed in his hands where he'd caught himself. Ignoring it, he started to scramble after the papers, already drifting in the breeze. As he headed toward one of the papers, still on his hands and knees, a hand got there first, and Will looked up.


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