[ once the danger of flying dvd cases seems to have (temporarily) stopped, yin yu peeks back over his shoulder. ]
...I'm fine, I'm fine.
[ ow, his head. he reaches back to touch it through his dark hair... it was more of an annoyance than anything with actual substance, but still. ] This room is ridiculous. Nothing hit you, right?
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...I'm fine, I'm fine.
[ ow, his head. he reaches back to touch it through his dark hair... it was more of an annoyance than anything with actual substance, but still. ] This room is ridiculous. Nothing hit you, right?