[ 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? ]
[While Tohsaka is used to pain and takes a suppressant for it, that doesn't stop something normal like a stubbed toe or a bumped head from ruining her day. She sits upright more properly, and he'll see little dots of wetness in her lashes from the way her head smarts.]
You practically launched me, you jerk!
[Though her vision is just fine. The dotting of hearts across his cheeks increasing... well she sees it, but she isn't quite putting 2 and 2 together at the moment.]
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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? ]
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[While Tohsaka is used to pain and takes a suppressant for it, that doesn't stop something normal like a stubbed toe or a bumped head from ruining her day. She sits upright more properly, and he'll see little dots of wetness in her lashes from the way her head smarts.]
You practically launched me, you jerk!
[Though her vision is just fine. The dotting of hearts across his cheeks increasing... well she sees it, but she isn't quite putting 2 and 2 together at the moment.]