[This isn't how that works, this isn't how any of that works.
In the process of reaching back in an attempt to swat at him -- anywhere, be it his hands or his face, Diego more or less sets himself to be completely flipped onto the opposite side of the stall. Something about a solitary grip isn't enough to prevent him from landing headfirst (good thing he still has his helmet????) in a mostly-eaten pile of hay.
The landing still hurts, for some completely bizarre reason.
...He's just, going to, very slowly sit up, contemplating how to maim this guy all the while.]
[ now that diego is actually in the pen, dio leans against the stable to watch him. if the unicorns don't rip him apart, that's gonna be a useful use of his energy. if he manages to convince them to become transport, well, that's even better. ]
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In the process of reaching back in an attempt to swat at him -- anywhere, be it his hands or his face, Diego more or less sets himself to be completely flipped onto the opposite side of the stall. Something about a solitary grip isn't enough to prevent him from landing headfirst (good thing he still has his helmet????) in a mostly-eaten pile of hay.
The landing still hurts, for some completely bizarre reason.
...He's just, going to, very slowly sit up, contemplating how to maim this guy all the while.]
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Alright, let's see you work.