Kojou grunted when Lynda gave him the tidbit about having to trust his momentum. If that was the case, he could just treat this like simply going with the flow much like how he did during fights. But he wasn't exactly sure how that'd really help him in a contest against gravity which resulted in the teenager tilting his head a bit against confusion.
Urgh this is rather confusing...perhaps I should just stop thinking about it since this doesn't seem to be getting me anywhere. Resolution aside, Kojou found himself trying to pay attention while the girls had their little girl talk- not that he could hear any of it. He flexed his bare feet against the spring beneath him, and belatedly realized he was truly only wearing his shorts now; had that been the reason for the girls' extreme reactions at his little joke?
Gaah!!! Kojou again found his thoughts clouded by nonsense. In response, he sought to clear his mind the best way he knew how...pain. To accomplish his goal, Kojou quickly ducked off the tramp and without a moment's hesitation got on all fours before driving his forehead into the floor. Partly due to having not quite recovered from Lynda's earlier barrage, he found his body trying to limp and his vision fade. However he still staggered to his feet before unceremoniously clamoring back onto the tramp. While his steps were far from steady, his mind was in the same vague zone it usually occupied during his fights. Like a pilot testing controls before take of, Kojou's body was put through a quick one-over of a stretch. Kojou again started up to catch momentum while the world was still hazy, after about the eighth hop meant for momentum his body moved. He felt his lower body, particularly his legs rocket up while his upper body tilted back. Eventually his body registered his upside-down orientation and his legs kept driving with his core and his body began to orient again. Sadly, despite having completed the maneuver his landing could only be described as a crash. His still recovering sense of balanced left him falling nearly as soon as his feet touched down.
" Suck it gravity," despite being spoken from the inelegant position of face down on the tramp Kojou still proclaimed his victory. Ever the fighter, he once more pushed himself to his feet before finally recognizing a familiar warm and wet sensation dripping down his face. It would seem that at some point he'd managed to split the skin on his forehead and just now realized it. A sadistic grin consumed his face, even if it was his own...Kojou was inwardly elated that he'd managed to get some of the red stuff flowing. He brought his had up to check, and that lovely red greeted his vision but in a smaller quantity than he desired...this barely even counted as a scrape. His grin instantly vanished and his buzz had been utterly destroyed by the realization.