// Start a tiny riot //
It's a good thing he doesn't cut down trees for a living, might not make it past the first day if the way chopping her down right ontop of him is any indicator. A gwuff of air slams out of him, which is unfortunate, since he'll need all the breath he can get the moment her fingers descend upon his sides. His messy smile, born out of victory as much as failure, yanks down into a peal of terrified laughter the moment she sets in. "NOOO—FLORA!" He tries to bellow around the giggling shrieks, slapping at her hands and writhing to and fro as he tries to stay ahead of where she'll attack next with an arm block.
He's completely winded and limp with defeat by the time she relents. A one eyed-scowl is all he's able to offer her subsiding mirth, what with his head angled flat towards his shoulder and the rest of his body splayed out like a tragic crime scene victim. It doesn't take long for his arms to wind snug and purposeful around her though, holding her to him as natural as anything else. "I think this qualifies as Stockholm syndrome," he murmurs with an entirely lazy grin.
"Wait!" His eyes widen suddenly and he stiffens. His hug unravels from her, hands bracing against her upper arms and pushing up as though he might bench press her. "It's not done yet, there's one more thing." Wriggling out from under her he pops up. A few bedrooms pillows are lobbed her way before he darts out of sight. "Put those and any extra blankets inside, I'll be right back!"
He's completely winded and limp with defeat by the time she relents. A one eyed-scowl is all he's able to offer her subsiding mirth, what with his head angled flat towards his shoulder and the rest of his body splayed out like a tragic crime scene victim. It doesn't take long for his arms to wind snug and purposeful around her though, holding her to him as natural as anything else. "I think this qualifies as Stockholm syndrome," he murmurs with an entirely lazy grin.
"Wait!" His eyes widen suddenly and he stiffens. His hug unravels from her, hands bracing against her upper arms and pushing up as though he might bench press her. "It's not done yet, there's one more thing." Wriggling out from under her he pops up. A few bedrooms pillows are lobbed her way before he darts out of sight. "Put those and any extra blankets inside, I'll be right back!"
Kaisel
// Stop being so goddamn quiet //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
