[In a way, it's convenient. Only a couple minutes after Armin falls into the hole, Jean walks in–drawn to the building by his own curiosity. Time passed by slowly when he wasn't training, anyway. A look at a gem shouldn't do any harm (especially when he had never seen one).
The thought of seeing it distracts him enough that he misses the beginning of the gap in the floor, stretching out a foot and missing the floor entirely, tumbling on in with a trailing shout. Gracelessly, he lands in the sand just behind Armin; he pushes himself out of the small dune, spluttering and scowling down at sand that kindly cushioned him.]
What the hell?
[No, he hasn't realized Armin's there yet. Shut up.]
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The thought of seeing it distracts him enough that he misses the beginning of the gap in the floor, stretching out a foot and missing the floor entirely, tumbling on in with a trailing shout. Gracelessly, he lands in the sand just behind Armin; he pushes himself out of the small dune, spluttering and scowling down at sand that kindly cushioned him.]
What the hell?
[No, he hasn't realized Armin's there yet. Shut up.]