// I'd take the fall—I got you covered when there's no one at all //
All things considered, pinned down by Flora with his head between her thighs is not the worst position he could be in. Take away all the mud and he'd be ecstatic, actually. Unfortunately, the mud is here to stay. No one more certain to make sure of it than her.
He absolutely doesn't listen to her command, wriggling beneath her as she bends over him in a curtain of golden hair that's holding hands with itself in various clumps of humidity. He shouts like she's bringing down a buzz saw on his chest and not a mound of mud over his pecs, violent "Noooo! NOOOO!"s firing out among bouts of wailing laughter. All his twisting and flopping are of no help. Her palms slap and slide across him, and he goes rigid with defeat, chin tucking in as he cranes to get a view of the new additions he can feel like heavy slug across his chest.
Of course, now that they're there, one hand bends around to cop a feel. He cups the mud-tit, jiggling it faintly where it slides on his shirt. "Actually," he commends with a thinning to his tone, surprise dragging it out. "These are nice, now I have my own set to play with." His grin bursts out like something rebellious trying not to get caught, gaze tilting up to find her, though its mostly a mountain range of thigh. He reaches up with both hands, one extremely muddy from pawing at the ground for a glob, trying to grab hold of her arm and tug her forward overtop him to sink her into this messy bed too.
He absolutely doesn't listen to her command, wriggling beneath her as she bends over him in a curtain of golden hair that's holding hands with itself in various clumps of humidity. He shouts like she's bringing down a buzz saw on his chest and not a mound of mud over his pecs, violent "Noooo! NOOOO!"s firing out among bouts of wailing laughter. All his twisting and flopping are of no help. Her palms slap and slide across him, and he goes rigid with defeat, chin tucking in as he cranes to get a view of the new additions he can feel like heavy slug across his chest.
Of course, now that they're there, one hand bends around to cop a feel. He cups the mud-tit, jiggling it faintly where it slides on his shirt. "Actually," he commends with a thinning to his tone, surprise dragging it out. "These are nice, now I have my own set to play with." His grin bursts out like something rebellious trying not to get caught, gaze tilting up to find her, though its mostly a mountain range of thigh. He reaches up with both hands, one extremely muddy from pawing at the ground for a glob, trying to grab hold of her arm and tug her forward overtop him to sink her into this messy bed too.
Kaisel
// When you need somebody to turn to—Nobody got you the way I do //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
