Llewellyn had a friend that might suggest this ball pit was cursed. He was quite sure he would have a hard time disagreeing as Rhy toppled back in, directly on top of him. He’s at least grateful that the balls buffered the man’s fall some, otherwise he might have had the wind knocked out of him.

“In a ball pit or in general?” Just sort of pops out, his tone slightly bemused and defeated.

Honestly, it might be better if he just stays down here at this rate. Llewellyn was pretty sure he didn’t want anyone to see his face right now between the moments before Rhy got up and now. “Uh— well... I can’t exactly see what I’m doing down here. You could always just leave me down here next time you get up.”