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Professor Jaune Arc hit the floor like a sack of rocks.

Or perhaps more accurately, he hit the kitchenette side, folded over it with a gasp of pain, slumped down onto a nearby stool – before falling back and cracking his head on the floor.

Like a sack of rocks… sort of… the metaphor was less important to her than the fact he wasn't moving anymore. Her heeled boots clicked onto the coffee table as she stepped over it, one finger probing her lips in worry.

Had she killed him? That would be… bad – she hadn't even figured out what her favour was supposed to be yet! He couldn't die before then.

No wait, he was groaning – that was a good sign, sort of. Except that when she dug a friendly toe into his ribs he didn't move, nor even when she casually stepped atop his body and jumped up and down.

A cursory poke of his cheek yielded no results, and not even peeling his eyes open seemed enough to stir him. He was out for the count… which was a bad thing, considering she'd decided to offer him some training in the early morning – before his lessons started.

How was he supposed to do his lessons when he was unconscious!? Typical lazy man!

Neo huffed and stomped one foot, momentarily forgetting that she was stood atop him until a pained groan came from the heap beneath her.