*Maguri was given just a moment to stare as it all came tumbling down on him, gold eyes huge and in shock and his mouth was hanging open and then.... then he was buried. There had been no time for escapes or to even call for help. Instead, from under that pile(and after having spit out half of a shirt sleeve), Maguri tried to reach out, fingers reaching for freedom. There was also the muffled sound of his talking or complaining, likely both, but it was pretty much unintelligble at the moment, though "help me" could be made out if one was listening...*
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Date: 2010-03-13 09:26 am (UTC)