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[Yuan is walking along at the edge of camp, a dully distant look in his eyes, as he's had all day. Suddenly, he trips on a rock that was hidden in the grass, and pitches forward, the journal flying open in time to catch him swearing loudly in Angelic.
He sits up carefully, still grumbling, having taken most of the impact on his stinging palms. One of these is bleeding from a long but shallow cut.]
Dammit, that's going to need bandaging.
[At least he's got the sense not to bleed on the journal.]
((ooc: Open/journal post! Because Yuan needs to stop drifting about in a haze.))
He sits up carefully, still grumbling, having taken most of the impact on his stinging palms. One of these is bleeding from a long but shallow cut.]
Dammit, that's going to need bandaging.
[At least he's got the sense not to bleed on the journal.]
((ooc: Open/journal post! Because Yuan needs to stop drifting about in a haze.))