The rack rattles, and the hand chalk tumbles onto her lower back. A big cloud of white and 'painting' her backside white somehow does not help the problem any, and the bokken she's trying to hold steady and ends up clutching between her boobs doesn't help any either.
Hajime shifts a little, trying to figure out how to make the best of this... while those workout pants are a little uncomfortable... making him somewhat glad she can't see.
"I will... look for them, but I think they are gone. A problem with the spells about your armor, perhaps?" he asks, trying to sound professional about this, anyway, even if he can't quite not look.
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