Ordinarily, Dust was swift and agile, no easy target even to just random bumps. Ordinarily, of course, Dust wasn't swamped in pants the size of a wading pool.

His waistband sprang off the doorknob, but his pants immediately hit the floor while Dust himself sprawled, tail up in the air for a moment before it fell limply between his legs again.

"...It's not anyone's day," he said, a little muffled from the floor.