[ okay alright. he's willing to admit this was maybe 60-40 his bad. he could tried harder to maintain a more collected composure in the face of a pretty girl (in his lap) squeezing his tit.... maybe...
at least he's down on the ground by her side in an instant, leaning down and in to see if there are any tears in her eyes. one hand comes up to cradle around the back of her head, both to feel for any bleeding or bump but to also prevent her from bonking her head again with the coffee table and its blunt edges still looming threateningly nearby. ]
Since when are you so jumpy? [ since he throws her off his lap, apparently— ] How's your vision?
[ quick, how many heart freckles are still on his cheeks? ]
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[ okay alright. he's willing to admit this was maybe 60-40 his bad. he could tried harder to maintain a more collected composure in the face of a pretty girl (in his lap) squeezing his tit.... maybe...
at least he's down on the ground by her side in an instant, leaning down and in to see if there are any tears in her eyes. one hand comes up to cradle around the back of her head, both to feel for any bleeding or bump but to also prevent her from bonking her head again with the coffee table and its blunt edges still looming threateningly nearby. ]
Since when are you so jumpy? [ since he throws her off his lap, apparently— ] How's your vision?
[ quick, how many heart freckles are still on his cheeks? ]