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24.Feb.21, 04:39 PM
He continued brushing her off, dusting her rear and her back off as he kept spouting his apologies. D’io wasn’t always the nicest guy, sometimes popping off at the mouth before he had a chance to think things through but he was careful with other people. Especially when those other people were tiny women he accidentally knocked over. Casa was the only person on the planet that did not fall into that category.
She’s cute
D’io grimaced at the brown’s words, ignoring them completely as he glanced at her suspicious face. He couldn’t figure out why she would look so suspiciously at him for apologizing but he couldn’t stop himself. One last dust off of her shoulder and he gave it a pat. “You’re fine,” he told her with assurance in his voice, “I wasn’t watching and Shirrikath was being a busybody and I’m sorry I ran into you.” He frowned a little when she said she didn’t need a healer and he didn’t quite believe her.
“You sure?” he said and pointed back over his shoulder, “I don’t mind taking you. You hit the ground pretty hard and I’d feel terrible if something was broken or sprained and you didn’t get help for it.” He noticed the book she’d had clutched in her hand. “I can carry that for you,” he offered, “Help you get to the archives if you want. I don’t have anything important to do and it’s the least I can do for knocking you on your ass.” He would feel bad about that for awhile, he’d heard how hard he’d knocked into her and how hard she’d hit the ground.
She’s cute
D’io grimaced at the brown’s words, ignoring them completely as he glanced at her suspicious face. He couldn’t figure out why she would look so suspiciously at him for apologizing but he couldn’t stop himself. One last dust off of her shoulder and he gave it a pat. “You’re fine,” he told her with assurance in his voice, “I wasn’t watching and Shirrikath was being a busybody and I’m sorry I ran into you.” He frowned a little when she said she didn’t need a healer and he didn’t quite believe her.
“You sure?” he said and pointed back over his shoulder, “I don’t mind taking you. You hit the ground pretty hard and I’d feel terrible if something was broken or sprained and you didn’t get help for it.” He noticed the book she’d had clutched in her hand. “I can carry that for you,” he offered, “Help you get to the archives if you want. I don’t have anything important to do and it’s the least I can do for knocking you on your ass.” He would feel bad about that for awhile, he’d heard how hard he’d knocked into her and how hard she’d hit the ground.
