[ Jajo turns to follow his new company — and crashes his shoulder straight into what he was really sure was an empty doorway. The entirety of the mirror cracks and shatters around his shoulder, metal under the cloth of his shirt, and he springs back — into another mirror. He pulls back from it more carefully, but of course the damage is already done. That one's cracked too, leaving Jajo standing in the middle of the very narrow-to-him corridor, surrounded by broken slivers and looking supremely guilty.
It sounds like a good time for an awkward cough. ]
Sorry... I'm... sure they expect some of that. It's a lot of mirrors.
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It sounds like a good time for an awkward cough. ]
Sorry... I'm... sure they expect some of that. It's a lot of mirrors.