As he was shot up into the air, Mao's arms clung just a bit tighter to Cherry, a little bit out of attraction but mostly from fear. The feeling was short-lived, though, as he lost himself in the night sky that was now unobstructed by the the gaze of the streetlamps below. The view streamed into him through his eyes and filled him with a certain nostalgic serenity, his body feeling completely calm at the height of his flight except for the rapid beating of his heart, again partly due to attraction but mostly out of fear.
As he started to descend, he could feel his body growing lighter as if being relieved of the world, but in contrast, his eyelids were tempted to lock shut with every blink of his eyes. Any anxieties he may have had for sticking the landing had long been washed away, a pale and unjustified form of confidence taking its place. With the ground quickly coming to meet him, thoughts of parkour videos shot through his mind and he was prepared to emulate them.
His feet struck the ground first. Perfect, he thought. But he'd quickly forgotten about maintaining the 90 degree angle of his legs, instead letting them collapse. In an effort to recover, he still attempted to do a forward roll but ended up with a diagonal roll instead, ended with a couple of seconds of rolling horizontally along his height. When he finally came to rest, he was sprawled along the pavement and facing the sky once more, his chest rising and falling with exuberance.
"Parkour just isn't my thing, huh?" He attempted to smirk, but the only thing that came out was a slight twitch of the mouth. "Thanks for the ride...I guess?" His chuckle was dry and lacked vocalization.