Hindsight would likely remind Warsman later that walking along while reading wasn't the most sensible thing to do with his time, but until then karma was only too happy to pick up the slack.

In his defense, the books here really were quite unlike anything he'd ever seen before; there were so many in one place, and on so many subjects from so many years gone by. Reading in English fluently was a skill that, even after seven years, still required honing on his part, but he knew more than enough to dive into some of the lighter texts on offer. So much that picking between the array of volumes jammed onto each and every shelf took him far longer than he'd anticipated, and he hadn't even noticed Shirogane getting to work in the room next door.

Which was probably why, as he made to leave with his latest acquisition open in his hands, he completely failed to notice the chaise shuffled rather closer to the doorway than usual- and walked right into it. Giving an impressively loud oof, Warsman stumbled over the back of the sofa and landed mask-first in the cushions, while Moll Flanders took to the air with aerodynamics that would have captivated any physicist. That it was also likely to catch Shirogane hard on its way back down was less worth boasting about.