"Woah!" Damien screeched when they suddenly popped into a wooden shop, falling to the ground with a loud thud that made the wooden mannequin beside him shake.
"Flappy is that you?" Came an old man's voice from somewhere in the building.
"Aye sir," replied the little man, leaving Damien and his companions behind as he headed in the voice's direction.
Damien forced himself to stand, embarrassed he was the only one who fell. The other three had landed gracefully on their feet like cats and were already busying themselves around the fashion pieces filling the shop, not in the least looking sick like Damien was.
