Anthony
```Closed Scene with Will and Grace!```
Ophelia
```Uuuh... Is this the living room?```

It's been about time Will finally left his room. If anything, he just woke up from a 3 hours nap, he was exhausted all the time from putting his psychic powers to use so many times a day and that only to be able to walk like a normal person and not bump into random people like he always used to do when he was younger. He always refused to show his blindness to anyone, it wasn't something he was proud of or something he wanted people to pity. He didn't want people to pity him or such, and in a way he was hiding this major part of him quite well, people often assumed that if he didn't find his way it was because his sense of direction was terrible *Which indeed was, but it wasn't the main reason.*
He'd always get embarrassed whenever someone pointed out that he wasn't in the area he desired to head to but that was things that happened in life and so no one could really blame him for being so clumsy and awkward when it came to this kind of things, *After all we all have our own flaws.*

The small purple haired man was wearing his usual ~~fanciful~~ outfit, some would call it formal, some would call it childish because of its pink color but oh, he didn't mind after all. The reason to why his face was decorated with a black mask was an odd reason that he refused to explain, but you wouldn't want to get into people's private life and secret like that, would you? Perhaps one day he'd give an explanation, but today wasn't the day he was going to do so. All what he wanted was to make his way to the living room and get something to eat to the kitchen afterwards, his stomach forever crying famine. 

** **

He did notice something such as a perhaps a doorframe, but it was only an odd white, blured shape on a black background: that's everything he saw, and the only way he could distinguish object and shapes. Almost convinced that this was the living room he so coveted, he took a step forward only to... Trip over his own feet as he felt something that felt like steps underneath them. He.. Didn't recall there were steps when going to the living room??

The poor boy ended up sliding down the whole staircase on his bottom, ending up sitting on the ground with confusion in his eyes before flinching at the sudden pain, rubbing his butt a little with a pout, sighing.
"Ah- Ouch,,, what's this place?" He muttered to himself, of course not noticing that someone was here just yet.
Jennifer
```You're supposed to use your feet to get down the stairs, not your bottom.```
Betty
The Alolan Champion was looking for stuff that she could put in her room. Talonflame was perched on a shelf nearby, just, vibing. Grace was kind of, just, mindlessly browsing through the shelves when her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden crash and she jolted around. When she saw the boy on the ground she immediately ran over and kneeled down next to him. "Are you alright!?" She spoke as Talonflame got off the shelf and perched onto her shoulder.
Jennifer
~~cries it's short im sorry~~
Ophelia
```Someone's here?!```

Ah, the ground sure felt uncomfortable, especially when he just landed right on his bottom, urgh, what a bother. He'd probably have a bruise here later, but oh well, complaining wouldn't help. He sighed a little as he *Thought* That no one was here, and that no one saw him ridiculously fall down the stairs. But as he heard what seemed to be wings and a voice afterwards, he shrieked out of surprise and looked around quickly before faintly perceiving what he believed was a person, he couldn't really tell, of course. 

"E-EH?!" He exclaimed, starting to get quite nervous and embarrassed as they approached him, blushing out of embarrasment and nodding a little as a way to say "*I'm alright"*. He didn't dare to say anything, dear, oh dear. How clumsy, how awkward, he didn't mean to be this way but he couldn't really help it.

He wasn't all that clumsy before but the way he changed his state of mind also affected his behavior, now he was some sort of airhead always lost in his thoughts, sometimes they were nice, and sometimes they were rather dark and regrets from the past, he wasn't all that good before and he knew it very well but would you blame him? He was only a child that was bored, but he never wished to be separated from his parents for so long. *In a way he was wondering if they were doing alright, but he never tried to find them again for he was afraid to get rejected.*

After a while of freezing here, he slowly looked over the voice he heard and rubbed the back of his neck as he let out a nervous kind of chuckle from his lips, playing with his own bangs with his other hand. 
"I'm alright, I apologize for bothering you. It seems like this is not the living-room." He spoke loud and clear, an odd habit of his, perhaps because of his duty as an Elite 4 member, he always welcomed challengers by talking so loudly.