Noctisardor Bypass zu spät

He met the ground with a heavy thud. Not permanently hurt by the actions of the Graf, but currently feeling the sting of them. So he remained belly up for a few more moments.

A sign that he was good. That they were good. Everything was good!

Only when he was met with words did he rise. Shook free the debris from his coat, and faced Mahler with a crooked grin. Not at all bothered by the way he had been met in return. It was deserved, really.

Always. He huffed, offering a gentler (apologetic) bump this time to the older male. A tussle like that is always worth a dare. An attempt to lighten the way he had been greeted in turn.