[Reim has a perfect vision of getting whapped in the face with a branch and toppling backwards to his death and frowns, then turns his face down to his notebook to frown at it, instead. Yes, alright... that's a terrible idea.]
Ah-- well, perhaps you could lend me your shoulder, and if I want to write something down, I will stop walking?
[Then no one will topple to their death, and Jion will not have to carry someone trying to use the back of his head as a writing desk. Ideal.]
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Ah-- well, perhaps you could lend me your shoulder, and if I want to write something down, I will stop walking?
[Then no one will topple to their death, and Jion will not have to carry someone trying to use the back of his head as a writing desk. Ideal.]