[ no accidental shojo kiss.... i have been robbed this day,
Abel's making a soft 'huff' that sounds more like a yelp as he falls backwards, wind knocked out of him; it's a rather graceless way to have ended up sprawled on his back on the cavern floor, serving as a cushion for Eustace, but-- well. he's the one that set this into motion by grasping plaintively to his 'adversary' in the first place, and he only has himself to blame for the outcome.
he's whacked his head nice and good in the fall, wincing as his vision momentarily fuzzes, blurs-- and before he can manage to recollect himself, he realizes that Eustace is well and truly atop him, pinning him down and grasping at his wrists. the priest offers little in the way of resistance despite this turn of events... it seems his method of defense is, instead, perhaps a predictable one. ]
Y-you... you really are graceful on your feet, you know that? Or, ah... I guess I should say off of them?
[ his smile is forced, a little strained around the edges; blue eyes convey the desperate plea laying beneath the shade of lightheartedness they both know isn't much more than an effort to make this situation a bit less crushing than it is. ]
Honestly, I usually ask someone to take me out to dinner at the very least before doing something like this, sir-- but... I'll happily take a rain check, considering the circumstances. Come with us, and-- and I'll let you pay your debts later, alright...? [ the priest is gently tugging his wrists, trying to draw them back and away from Eustace's grip. ] ...Please.
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Abel's making a soft 'huff' that sounds more like a yelp as he falls backwards, wind knocked out of him; it's a rather graceless way to have ended up sprawled on his back on the cavern floor, serving as a cushion for Eustace, but-- well. he's the one that set this into motion by grasping plaintively to his 'adversary' in the first place, and he only has himself to blame for the outcome.
he's whacked his head nice and good in the fall, wincing as his vision momentarily fuzzes, blurs-- and before he can manage to recollect himself, he realizes that Eustace is well and truly atop him, pinning him down and grasping at his wrists. the priest offers little in the way of resistance despite this turn of events... it seems his method of defense is, instead, perhaps a predictable one. ]
Y-you... you really are graceful on your feet, you know that? Or, ah... I guess I should say off of them?
[ his smile is forced, a little strained around the edges; blue eyes convey the desperate plea laying beneath the shade of lightheartedness they both know isn't much more than an effort to make this situation a bit less crushing than it is. ]
Honestly, I usually ask someone to take me out to dinner at the very least before doing something like this, sir-- but... I'll happily take a rain check, considering the circumstances. Come with us, and-- and I'll let you pay your debts later, alright...? [ the priest is gently tugging his wrists, trying to draw them back and away from Eustace's grip. ] ...Please.