26.Feb.12, 11:52 PM
His face landed in something soft. Well, that was very reassuring. Face-planting was always much less comfortable when it was onto something hard. He'd done it both ways, so he knew from experience. Farlint put his hands down and was pleasantly surprised to find his hands land on soft, warm thighs. Oh, well. Awesome. He squeezed the firm flesh boldly, testing. Yep! They were soft and girly, just the kind he liked to squeeze. Gauging from experience? His eyes were probably somewhere around her navel.
There was something damp dripping onto his arm. His hands were empty, and he'd heard her cry of pain- so... Chances were good...
“No! I'm not alright!” He slurred it cheerfully, squeezing her legs again. He tilted his head, lifting his eyes to see? Curves. Awesome. “I spilled my Benden,” he said sadly. (Farlint was, indeed, quite sad.) “And that was the last of it.” Now just a few precious dribbles on the ground.
There was something damp dripping onto his arm. His hands were empty, and he'd heard her cry of pain- so... Chances were good...
“No! I'm not alright!” He slurred it cheerfully, squeezing her legs again. He tilted his head, lifting his eyes to see? Curves. Awesome. “I spilled my Benden,” he said sadly. (Farlint was, indeed, quite sad.) “And that was the last of it.” Now just a few precious dribbles on the ground.