[...You can quit derping any time, Kimbley. Really, he won't mind. In fact, it might be a nice departure from the norm! Maybe you should try it, hmm?]
[Anyway, Archer is silent for what seems like entirely too long after that question is out there. How does he go about explaining what happened? Does he even want to? There's no sense keeping it from Kimbley - he'll get it out of Archer eventually.]
...Don't worry about it. It's nothing.
[Yes, Kimbley will get it out of him eventually, but that doesn't mean he needs to worry about it now.]
[...Or at least, he wouldn't need to worry about if Archer had managed to retain any semblance of balance after the automail. The sidewalk picked that exact moment to trip him up, okay. Anyway, he lands hard, catching himself from faceplanting at least with his right hand rather than his left.]
Shit--!
[There goes any chance of passing this off as nothing. Still, Archer doesn't say anything for a moment, instead choosing to examine the scrape on his hand for a moment before getting slowly to his feet. He's bleeding, but it's not anything that needs urgent attention.]
It's nothing. Don't worry about it.
[Maybe repeating it as an order will help. He doubts it.]
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[Anyway, Archer is silent for what seems like entirely too long after that question is out there. How does he go about explaining what happened? Does he even want to? There's no sense keeping it from Kimbley - he'll get it out of Archer eventually.]
...Don't worry about it. It's nothing.
[Yes, Kimbley will get it out of him eventually, but that doesn't mean he needs to worry about it now.]
[...Or at least, he wouldn't need to worry about if Archer had managed to retain any semblance of balance after the automail. The sidewalk picked that exact moment to trip him up, okay. Anyway, he lands hard, catching himself from faceplanting at least with his right hand rather than his left.]
Shit--!
[There goes any chance of passing this off as nothing. Still, Archer doesn't say anything for a moment, instead choosing to examine the scrape on his hand for a moment before getting slowly to his feet. He's bleeding, but it's not anything that needs urgent attention.]
It's nothing. Don't worry about it.
[Maybe repeating it as an order will help. He doubts it.]