[Takumi was spending the bizarre flight at the window purely because the glass was cold and resting his forehead against it was easing some of his vertigo, even if the sight outside was unnerving. Even if "air-ships" were unnerving. Stars, at least, he understood far better than the bizarrely crisp and metal interior of the craft they were on. One thing at a time, that was all. Once his everything stopped swaying he could actually figure out how he tripped into this bizarre deeprealm and ended up--
--getting yanked to the side by another - especially excitable, too excitable - passenger via fingers on his sleeve. Luckily between his feet on the floor and his fingernails on the window pane he's able to catch his balance before he keeps stumbling and knocks them both onto the floor.]
A, because small humans need to stick together?
--getting yanked to the side by another - especially excitable, too excitable - passenger via fingers on his sleeve. Luckily between his feet on the floor and his fingernails on the window pane he's able to catch his balance before he keeps stumbling and knocks them both onto the floor.]
--Geeze, yes, I see it! Watch your grabbing!