Fox's Glade take it slow

And just like that, they collided, and it was... well, it was a right mess. The last thing he saw before the sky met his eyes (or something like the sky, if that was sky and not the snow along the spinning, spinning treetops) was... well, he couldn't quite remember. Hazel eyes turned to a blur of chocolate fur, and a dizzying swirl of what were probably the leaves and snow he lay strewed upon now. And there was a heavy, heavy weight across his chest -- and -- oh gosh, he was dying -- but the reasonable side of his brain slapped the other to make him remember -- heh, oh yeah --

A small laugh puffed between his parted lips while his furrowed eyes sought to focus, and the strange girl began untangling herself from their peculiar mess of limbs. He tried to help her, but he still felt stupefied from the fall. Like, she'd knocked the wind right out of him, in the most literal of ways, and... had he hit his head on the way down? Probably with hers... could he really say? Sverything still felt a little bit... surreal.

But his brain still moved at a mile a minute, regardless of how sluggish the rest of him felt -- regardless of how scattered his words would still probably come out. The girl sprang up and recovered quickly, and Kaito smiled dumbly, and managed to squeeze out the beginnings of a "Hah, ah, hel -- " before he lost the rest to a fizzle and a crack, the crack being the sudden arrival of another girl's shout.

And her words made his face felt hot.

"Ah... wha. oh -- OH. NO." oh SHOOT, heck, this must've looked so bad -- and he sought for some hasty explanation -- "no, no, no -- this isn't what -- it's not like -- I'm not -- " while the parts of him that were still sluggish tried to scramble him up to some proper place on his paws. But all he managed to do was to swing upright, and crank his head high enough to hit a low-lying branch, laden with the remnants of some prior night's snow.

The branch tumbled its snow down over Kaito's head and he seized in with a clench of his teeth, shoulders tight from the cold. Even better. His ramblings turned to the sputter of a surprised, "ah!" and his eyes grew wide -- only to fell his gaze upon the sisters before him -- and he locked eyes with the new girl, and felt his face grow warmer than before, with a heat that lingered even after he'd pulled his stare away to settle his gaze somewhere in between them.

Maybe he should smile, in some last ditch effort, and the most awkward feeling smile shot crooked across his face. Yeah, yeah. He couldn't even try to play this cool.