[I didn't realize Sagihara was this tiny, because Caleb is tall but he is so lanky. He probably still overreacts a little to being run into, but he'll awkwardly try to grab him to hold him steady.]
[HE'S A TINY LAD i also didn't realize caleb was so light until i went to look and i was just like sir your bread.....
He'll be grateful for the assist in a second though, since he seems pretty disoriented for a few moments, just reaching out with his free hand to grab purchase. His one visible eye screws shut tightly for a moment and then he blinks a few times.]
[Caleb's the best awkward but careful balance he's had, though as he continues to bust out of whatever funky stupor he's in, he'll put less and less of his weight on him.
The hand at his eye is still there, pressing less fiercely, though. He winces, frowning up at this stupid bear-filled sky.]
—Right - sorry. Ah... I've-- [A beat.] ...I-- do you mind if we move to the shade?
[At least, it seems like Sagihara can't see right now, and he's had experience with that given his ability to move his consciousness to see out of Frumpkin's eyes.]
[He's the sort of stubborn binch who's reluctant to accept any form of help, but Caleb is right; he can't see well right now. So he'll just hold on until they move to whatever shady place Caleb chooses. At which point he'll probably just move to seat himself on the ground because HOO.]
Nn... It's been a while since I've had a headache like this...
[Caleb you lanky tree-ass person. He presses the heel of his palm to his eye again and blinks rapidly, but sitting down and tucked into shadow seems to be helping, considering his expression seems to ease. He squints up.]
...It isn't, but it's not unusual. Rather - it's not something that's never happened before. It shouldn't last too long, at least... I just didn't wish to be outside should I end up incapacitated.
[He knows murders have only happened Thursday so far but two in a row isn't exactly the strongest pattern...]
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. . . Are you alright?
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He'll be grateful for the assist in a second though, since he seems pretty disoriented for a few moments, just reaching out with his free hand to grab purchase. His one visible eye screws shut tightly for a moment and then he blinks a few times.]
—Sorry, I-- What did you say...?
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[But now it very much doesn't seem so? He will let him just reach out and grab on for balance, though, awkward but careful.]
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The hand at his eye is still there, pressing less fiercely, though. He winces, frowning up at this stupid bear-filled sky.]
—Right - sorry. Ah... I've-- [A beat.] ...I-- do you mind if we move to the shade?
[This brightass moon is coming for his life.]
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[At least, it seems like Sagihara can't see right now, and he's had experience with that given his ability to move his consciousness to see out of Frumpkin's eyes.]
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[He's the sort of stubborn binch who's reluctant to accept any form of help, but Caleb is right; he can't see well right now. So he'll just hold on until they move to whatever shady place Caleb chooses. At which point he'll probably just move to seat himself on the ground because HOO.]
Nn... It's been a while since I've had a headache like this...
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Ah. Headaches? This is something that happens to you often?
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...It isn't, but it's not unusual. Rather - it's not something that's never happened before. It shouldn't last too long, at least... I just didn't wish to be outside should I end up incapacitated.
[He knows murders have only happened Thursday so far but two in a row isn't exactly the strongest pattern...]
--My apologies, by the way...
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[He. . . will sit down, then.]
It seems like a frustrating condition to have in a place such as this.
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He makes a bit of a face, gingerly touching the side of his head.]
...I didn't expect it to be an issue here, to be honest. But I think... perhaps it's simply a result of a stressful weekend.
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The frustration of being unable to act is nearly unbearable on its own.
["Frustration" says the lad who looks like he's literally going to explode in fury multiple times throughout Saturdays and Sundays.]