[Yes please, make it pretty. Ling definitely plans to climb over the bar, mainly because no one has told him not to, and he gets a knee up before he wobbles and pitches forward a little.]
Whoa—
[He's good? He's alright, he doesn't topple head first but wobbles there a bit longer, laughing at himself.
Reaching out for Greed's arm or shoulder or anything, he giggles again.]
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Whoa—
[He's good? He's alright, he doesn't topple head first but wobbles there a bit longer, laughing at himself.
Reaching out for Greed's arm or shoulder or anything, he giggles again.]
Hey, help me.