[IV staggers back from the impact, barely regaining his balance just before he's about to lose his footing. Snapped back into position, he begins to look down but pauses midway on the apparition with a familiar face, his eyes widening. He jerks his head to see none other than Ryouga on the floor, ever an undignified heap and so very bloodied up – hopefully from the apparition.
Rushing forward, he leans over to grasp Ryouga by the forearm.]
Ryouga? Why are you here!?
[Yet there seems to be a disconnect between his words and action. Perhaps if he weren't under some sort of influence, he never would have thought to assist his friend up in the first place. The second Ryouga is standing, whether by his own strength or with "help" (a clumsy pull), IV slides his hand down to take Ryouga by his and pivot on his heels. The sudden impulse to dance doesn't even register in IV's mind until it's already happening.]
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Rushing forward, he leans over to grasp Ryouga by the forearm.]
Ryouga? Why are you here!?
[Yet there seems to be a disconnect between his words and action. Perhaps if he weren't under some sort of influence, he never would have thought to assist his friend up in the first place. The second Ryouga is standing, whether by his own strength or with "help" (a clumsy pull), IV slides his hand down to take Ryouga by his and pivot on his heels. The sudden impulse to dance doesn't even register in IV's mind until it's already happening.]