[ She might not like it? Sounds sus. He can't be allowed to disparage the future Queen Throat Goat! ]
I retract my request! [ Well, it was more like a demand, but... ] I can't trust you! Not when you decided to pick! up! an innocent! girl!
[ Did he like how she punctuated that with tiny bops? Tiny useless bops. God, is he made of adamantium? Maybe she needs to be asking him for workout tips? Actually, no. That might be an excuse for him to make "Swoleika" her superhero name. Awful, so awful. You're terrible at this, Ragna!
On the bright side, slipping further down his backside has made most of her kicking cease. Her ponytail's dragging through the sand now, and finding a good angle to whack him isn't so easy anymore. Also, uh, she's afraid any extra movement is going to make other parts of her pop out. ]
If I get arrested, so what! I'll just bribe the beach cops! And...!
[ Is he--? No way. He's laughing?! If this was his method to finally disarm her, it's doing a great job. She's too shocked to be annoyed at him or yell at him for assuming the laughter's directed at her. This is about the time he drops her and runs off to laugh his way through a killing spree, isn't it? Perhaps she should think hard on how to proceed from here, as she'd prefer not to be his first victim. ]
Well...I guess I can show you my skills some other time. You're lucky!
[ Though she'd reconsider if she knew he was sneaking a peek at her cheeks. Not that it's easy to look away from them. All the kicking and flailing has her already short shorts disappearing into the cracky abyss. So uncomfy... ]
Put me down on the count of three, then! One, two...
[ Three! As one final act of revenge, she jerks up, then uses the momentum to slam down both of her palms flat against his butt. Now she's the one laughing her ass off. You butt-er believe she wasn't going to let him get away with treating her like a giant doll! ]
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I retract my request! [ Well, it was more like a demand, but... ] I can't trust you! Not when you decided to pick! up! an innocent! girl!
[ Did he like how she punctuated that with tiny bops? Tiny useless bops. God, is he made of adamantium? Maybe she needs to be asking him for workout tips? Actually, no. That might be an excuse for him to make "Swoleika" her superhero name. Awful, so awful. You're terrible at this, Ragna!
On the bright side, slipping further down his backside has made most of her kicking cease. Her ponytail's dragging through the sand now, and finding a good angle to whack him isn't so easy anymore. Also, uh, she's afraid any extra movement is going to make other parts of her pop out. ]
If I get arrested, so what! I'll just bribe the beach cops! And...!
[ Is he--? No way. He's laughing?! If this was his method to finally disarm her, it's doing a great job. She's too shocked to be annoyed at him or yell at him for assuming the laughter's directed at her. This is about the time he drops her and runs off to laugh his way through a killing spree, isn't it? Perhaps she should think hard on how to proceed from here, as she'd prefer not to be his first victim. ]
Well...I guess I can show you my skills some other time. You're lucky!
[ Though she'd reconsider if she knew he was sneaking a peek at her cheeks. Not that it's easy to look away from them. All the kicking and flailing has her already short shorts disappearing into the cracky abyss. So uncomfy... ]
Put me down on the count of three, then! One, two...
[ Three! As one final act of revenge, she jerks up, then uses the momentum to slam down both of her palms flat against his butt. Now she's the one laughing her ass off. You butt-er believe she wasn't going to let him get away with treating her like a giant doll! ]