[ "Dumped" would be putting it kindly. From the perspective of one previously unsuspecting woman decked in a hoodie several sizes too large for her with the hood of the same drawn carefully over the top of her head to conceal a certain recent addition, the man and some small portion of his bed of leaves is more or less aimed and shot out of the tube and directly into her two seconds too suddenly for her to properly sidestep. There's merely that one second in which she knows something's coming for the abrupt change in sound and braces just before the impact sweeps her off her feet and into a tangle of confetti like leaves leaves and streaming limbs that might have proceeded to attempt to roll an inch or two.
Maybe give her a moment to regain the air knocked out of her lungs. She's pretty good with measurements and the weight that had impacted her hadn't the feel of a catapulted Prismal child. Just -- ]
Could you maybe move your elbow a bit?
[ So she can make sure that hood of hers is good and firmly lodged in place. That's her initial priority. She's pretty sure she provided this person with a nice, soft cushion, after all. ]
Night of the Living Dummy → Option A
Maybe give her a moment to regain the air knocked out of her lungs. She's pretty good with measurements and the weight that had impacted her hadn't the feel of a catapulted Prismal child. Just -- ]
Could you maybe move your elbow a bit?
[ So she can make sure that hood of hers is good and firmly lodged in place. That's her initial priority. She's pretty sure she provided this person with a nice, soft cushion, after all. ]