[So Freyjadour was picking up some fresh bread for dinner tonight, and that meant he had to wander into the plaza. Someone had eaten the last of the bread and he didn't really feel like waiting on that person to replace it today.
He hadn't expected to trip over something, a wire, to be exact, as he approached the bakery. His balance was off terribly, too, thanks to the change of body, so even as he tries to correct his gait he ends up stumbling and flying into the bakery door, grasping for the first handhold that comes to him-
Which is the doorknob, and it turns in his grasp only for the door to swing open fully and send him stumbling inside with a loud splash as the bucket suspended above it spills all over.
Wet and confused, he's going to spend several moments staring at ground as he tries to figure out what just happened.]
[day 4]
He hadn't expected to trip over something, a wire, to be exact, as he approached the bakery. His balance was off terribly, too, thanks to the change of body, so even as he tries to correct his gait he ends up stumbling and flying into the bakery door, grasping for the first handhold that comes to him-
Which is the doorknob, and it turns in his grasp only for the door to swing open fully and send him stumbling inside with a loud splash as the bucket suspended above it spills all over.
Wet and confused, he's going to spend several moments staring at ground as he tries to figure out what just happened.]