Arin was surprised as he fell underground. It seemed rather comedic. He had seen this in children's animation films in his past life, where pressing a lever would open a trapdoor beneath the characters' feet, sending them tumbling.
Well, at least there were no slides, or it would have been too cliché, he thought, chuckling.
He was trying to understand where he had fallen when he suddenly heard a clanking sound above his head. Instinctively, he looked up but was crushed under a soft yet heavy weight.
"Sorry," he heard a familiar voice say, "hope I didn't hurt ya!" He recognized the voice as one of his favorites in this world.
"Well, I could answer you better if I could stand up on my feet!" he replied sarcastically.
"Oh, sorry, sorry, sorry!" Ragna apologized and stood up.
Arin patted her back. "Lol, it's okay; let's move!"
Ragna asked, "What kind of name are you giving me?"
"What?" Arin asked, surprised.
