[This is not the first time that Natori's met a powerful magical teenager by getting tripped on. Last time was significantly cooler, though; he's not able to get up in time to catch him like the hero in a shoujo manga. Maybe he'll stop napping in weird places after this one.]
Ah, sorry-- [he starts, pushing himself up only to find himself face-to-face with a... dog shiki, he assumes. Instinct takes over, and he reaches into his jacket pocket to pull out a handful of paper scraps, which he promptly throws at the dog's face while scurrying backwards to make room to maneuver.
Then the dog chills out, unless it's bothered by having a collection of office detritus lobbed at it. Natori blinks, before reaching up to adjust his hat on his head.]
...On both of our parts, it looks like. Should we try again?
[He turns to look at Megumi with a smile; there's a silhouette of a gecko sitting flat against his nose like a tattoo.]
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Ah, sorry-- [he starts, pushing himself up only to find himself face-to-face with a... dog shiki, he assumes. Instinct takes over, and he reaches into his jacket pocket to pull out a handful of paper scraps, which he promptly throws at the dog's face while scurrying backwards to make room to maneuver.
Then the dog chills out, unless it's bothered by having a collection of office detritus lobbed at it. Natori blinks, before reaching up to adjust his hat on his head.]
...On both of our parts, it looks like. Should we try again?
[He turns to look at Megumi with a smile; there's a silhouette of a gecko sitting flat against his nose like a tattoo.]