Your known clumsy, not the normal amount of clumsy but the concerning amount of clumsy. Always tripping over stuff, including yourself, and knocking into things.

That's how you ended up now as you are. On a mission you'd tripped and broken a glass vile of which had turned you into a kid, erasing any memories you'd before and he's the lucky one that got to look after you for the meantime.

"Don't you dare-"

he warns you as you hold up a water balloon to throw at some poor random soldier