"Ah, right...magic." Fuyuhiko is unable to keep the slight look of distaste off his face when he says the word. It's been a little over a week since he arrived, and still he's having some issues accepting that particular reality of his situation. He's never been a fan of even fictional magic.

His gaze travels over to Papyrus's shoulder for a moment, resting on the little dragon perched there. This, at least, seems to cheer him somewhat. As much as he's not a fan of magic, he's always happy to see a dragon. Dragons are pretty much The Best. His own, unfortunately, is still a egg.

"Well, I can't say I know anybody particularly clumsy," not anyone here, at least. If his classmate Mikan was here, however... "But there are a lot of Beast Hunters hanging out at the port, and they're a pretty rowdy group. Granted, they don't like dragons, so they're probably not the best ones to practice on. But some of the townspeople get dragged into their fist fights, and they'd probably be more open to the idea of help from a dragon scion. Either way, you'll probably have better luck finding someone injured down there than you will up here."