[Standing back is also easier said than done; it's a relief when the noise stops and he can stop pressing himself back against the wall. He exhales.] ...Nah, give me a second. Although, you know, you really oughta clean up your own junk...
[He slings his coat over his shoulder to free up his arms without covering up the light (maybe it would be a bit more pragmatic to just leave it here, but coats are cool, okay), crouches and claps again. The debris covering the floor gathers together in front of him and reforms into a single solid rectangular block, which turns out to be... not quite tall enough for him to do much more than hook his automail hand over the edge of the hole.
But admitting that would be the same as admitting he overestimated his height just now, so rather than asking for a hand up right away, he struggles ineffectually for a bit.]
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[He slings his coat over his shoulder to free up his arms without covering up the light (maybe it would be a bit more pragmatic to just leave it here, but coats are cool, okay), crouches and claps again. The debris covering the floor gathers together in front of him and reforms into a single solid rectangular block, which turns out to be... not quite tall enough for him to do much more than hook his automail hand over the edge of the hole.
But admitting that would be the same as admitting he overestimated his height just now, so rather than asking for a hand up right away, he struggles ineffectually for a bit.]