[ Down she goes like a jenga tower; at least she lands atop a tangle of fluffy jackets, but the impact still makes an audible thud. And for as awful and rude as Fuuta usually is, at least he has the minimum manners to bark out a mortified: ]
-- shit, sorry! [ Although it's rather mitigated by the fact that it's immediately followed with: ] Look, just -- get over here, okay?!
[ Said as he hastily grabs at her clothes, tugging at her to try and drag her into the shelter of the clothing racks where he is. The sound of footsteps coming from down the aisle, along with a staff member's call of 'what the heck was that noise?!' just has him tugging even more frantically. ]
a gift greater than any sexyman ... 😳
-- shit, sorry! [ Although it's rather mitigated by the fact that it's immediately followed with: ] Look, just -- get over here, okay?!
[ Said as he hastily grabs at her clothes, tugging at her to try and drag her into the shelter of the clothing racks where he is. The sound of footsteps coming from down the aisle, along with a staff member's call of 'what the heck was that noise?!' just has him tugging even more frantically. ]