[After a while there's the sound of footsteps from the room above, silence, then more footsteps. Suddenly the trapdoor opens and a kid with truly ridiculous hair falls through it and flat onto his ass with an 'oof'. A Chingling bounces worriedly around him.]

Chillax, Bel, I'm fine.

[He stands up, does a single full-body shake get out any residual aches, and looks at Dave with an apologetic expression in the dim light.]

Sorry, bro. I thought I could jump off the door before it opened and then pull you up. Turns out not even I'm that good! If my buddy were here he could just lift us back up, but...

[He gives a half-shrug. It still sucks that he no longer has a ten foot tall purple demon gallivanting around by his side and he keeps being an idiot and reminding himself.]

So, uh. Guess we're stuck together now. My bad?