[Kazuma wastes no time getting to his feet when he receives the first text--not because he is worried Yujin may be in any particular trouble, but because responding to the Professor when asked has always been the least he feels he can do. He isn't sure what sort of help he's expecting Yujin needs when he gets there--and he certainly looks whole enough--
--but then he receives the second text, and his expression flattens in disbelief.
He is decorous enough to keep a straight face until he's within range that they can have a quiet conversation, at least.]
[As if to steady his own nerves, he clasps his hands behind his back, not making eye contact with Kazuma and the withering expression that he expects to see. Oops.]
I was only trying to help with a bit of cargo... no one told me these ropes closed on your ankles like snakes.
[Translation: he stepped in the wrong place, and when the ropes tightened-- well.]
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--but then he receives the second text, and his expression flattens in disbelief.
He is decorous enough to keep a straight face until he's within range that they can have a quiet conversation, at least.]
...How on earth did this happen, Professor?
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I've only been on steamships before.
[As if to steady his own nerves, he clasps his hands behind his back, not making eye contact with Kazuma and the withering expression that he expects to see. Oops.]
I was only trying to help with a bit of cargo... no one told me these ropes closed on your ankles like snakes.
[Translation: he stepped in the wrong place, and when the ropes tightened-- well.]