Casual Disasters [OPEN]
"G-Give that back!" He pleaded. "T-That’s personal!" He tried to convince them to return the notebook to him, but he knew it wasn’t going to help much.
What was he supposed to do now?! He swiped out his hand in front of him, trying to hit the other, wherever they were standing. It took him a few tries before he felt his hand collide with what he presumed was their leg. As an act of desperation he grabbed it and pulled, trying to make them fall over.
"Nah I don't think I'll give it back", they hummed flipping through more pages of the book. It certainly looked personal. In the sense of this wouldn't make sense to anyone but the owner. Dallas wouldn't even have bothered with this for long if the other hadn't wanted it back so badly.
Feeling to secure with being invisible they noticed to late the others attempt at hitting them. Still trying to find something that made sense in the book they suddenly felt a hand on their leg, suddenly pulling with more strenght then they expected.
A yelp escaped them as they fell to the ground, book still in their hands. The sudden contact had been enough for them to lose their concentration, and they were now fully visble, though didn't look particulary bothered by this. "Now that's not nice!", they called, starting to kick at the other with their free leg. All the while laughing again, the humans desperate face was to funny to stay serious.












