[h3][color=00a99d][b]Nidgardt[/b][/color][/h3]

It was now only him and Alicia left in the room, the rest had taken their leave. Some appearantly also were dragged off. Alicia asked how he could possibly know her measurements, to that the demondragon answered calmly. [b][color=00a99d]"Hm? Geometry."[/color][/b]

He said in a half-truth sort of manner. It came naturally to him, he was part demon after all. Being able to answer truthfully but not entail everything into it. The young man had kept his stare from under his visor at the cat which had now lunged up and scratched his non-draconic formed hand. His skin was thick, so there was only a minor amount of blood.

[b][color=00a99d]"That's all then?"[/color][/b] He asked questioningly before readying himself to leave, whatever ability she was doing had appearantly not worked. Though perhaps it was an effect which would take place later, he had to be ready, he tensed his body and stood up and turned around to walk and slipped on his strap that was attached to his bag, next to the desk by him.

He fell forwards, and a crackling sound was heard as something broke. Wooden by the sound of it, a desk fell over as his head collided with it, his visor getting cracked and difficult to see with. He felt his knees touch the floor, aswell as his oversized draconic arm preventing him from falling face-first into the floor. He breathed out deeply, with his eyes closed, he could feel the floor with his large claw but his other hand was not, he had managed to land on something soft. First he tried to move his legs, starting with his right. [color=00a99d][i]What? [/i][/color]It was stuck as if something was holding unto it. He pressed it forwards abit but when he did he noticed he couldn't move it in that direction.

The demondragon tried to look but his visor had taken a big hit in the middle, obscuring his vision up close. It was an old pair of visors, he had to get something alot sturdier. Instinctively he grasped with his other hand to figure out exactly where he was. He felt a slight bump, he poked it with a finger. How did his bag end up way over here.

If only he could see. Oh that's right, he had the key to his visors in the bag. He generally kept it there to not lose it while fighting. His visor was always to be kept on him, so he had to do precautions to keep it there. He reached forwards abit and slid his hand down in what he thought was the outer pocket of the bag, that's where his key was, he searched around for it but didn't find what he was looking for, only finding something he didn't recall being in his bag before.[i][color=00a99d] Some weird button.[/color][/i] He gave it a press  but it didn't open anything. Oddly enough the bag was warm and alot smoother than he seemed to recall, even with the siden pockets. It was very smooth. [i][color=00a99d] Almost as if it was skin.[/color][/i] He withdrew his hand and tried to figure out what to do next.

That's when he realized what had happened, he had fallen on Alicia. He felt a slight relief at knowing where he was, but now he had to figure out what to do next. He had to fix the situation, and knew just the way to do it. [b][color=00a99d]"B minus... Are you allright? I must have slipped."[/color][/b]