[A craft fair was the last thing Val was expecting when Cain texted him the address. Not exactly his idea of fun, but, well, he already agreed he'd meet up. It'd been 10 minutes since arriving, though, and the mazelike rows of stalls made finding Cain seem unlikelier by the moment.
Continuing to wander around would just get him even more lost, so he stops in front of a table to text Cain for better directions. He's just hit send when something crashes into the table and oh crap that's a person she's going to fall
-and he completely fails to react in time, damn it. He stuffs his phone back in his pocket and kneels down near where she fell, offering a hand while trying to keep an eye out for passersby who might step on any of the stuff that's now scattered on the ground.]
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Continuing to wander around would just get him even more lost, so he stops in front of a table to text Cain for better directions. He's just hit send when something crashes into the table and oh crap that's a person she's going to fall
-and he completely fails to react in time, damn it. He stuffs his phone back in his pocket and kneels down near where she fell, offering a hand while trying to keep an eye out for passersby who might step on any of the stuff that's now scattered on the ground.]
Are you okay?