[i]Back, shoulder, shins![/i] [color=ed1c24]"Squawk!" [/color]A very bird-like shriek escaped his lips as a certain redheaded feather-brain crashed down the stairs once again. One second of inattention, one closed-eyed yawn at just the wrong time, was all it took to be sent on a free tumble to the underworld. Or the ground floor. Whichever one sounded nicer to this slightly spacy brain. 

Once the final impact made its marks, and the male skidded to a stop on the floor, he let both legs collapse behind him and lay there groaning for a moment. It hurt...but it couldn't have been that bad. He had stuck the landing better today than he had two days ago, when he had somehow managed to roll right out the door on his way down. He couldn't smell anything scorched yet, either, so clearly everything vital was intact for now. Just a slight hiccup in this unfamiliar concept of a 'morning routine', that was all...