Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20180112063520/@comment-3991308-20180302190354

Turnus was startled.

So startled, in fact, that he ended up dropping what books he had managed to pick up, and toppled over from his bent-knee-squat to cheek-down onto the floor.

"No! Yes!" he said, in a tone sharper than he intended. Took one glance at the scattered books, how much he had struggled to carry them, and decided to put practicality over saving face, and let out a sigh.

"Please. Thank you. That would be great." His words were rushed, kind of dazed, and admitantly, a little sheepish. "Here," he continued, gesturing to a stack of books. "If you could help me carry these to the nearest workbench, that would be great."