Jun Watanabe flew back head over heels into the row behind him in a cloud of red, landing hard on his neck and shoulder. Grunting painfully, he twitched slightly as he gingerly struggled to right himself. "Ah...ow....is this because I came on your face? I mean, you seemed like you were into it before that." he says, chuckling despite himself. Still, it dawned on him almost immediately that this may not be the best time for sarcasm.