｢ guy i possibly squished with my fat ass ｣
micah’s ears flick in annoyance, half listening to the apology-- old habits die hard, a rant on the tip of his tongue, but he’s holding himself back. socialization, evidently, was helping with the more... unsavory parts of his personality. he can’t help but to cross his arms and lean back a little, though.
❝ ...let’s calm down, alright? ❞ he’s trying to smile through the sensory hell pain, and sure, it looks a little forced, but he’s trying still-- ❝ as long as you don’t try to sit on me again, it’s... uh, fine, i guess. ❞
“ Ahhh, sorry! I-I was tired and my brain failed to properly function! Please forgive me! ” Perhaps it was the lack of coffee in her system or the fact she had just returned from finishing two classes, but Vivian genuinely didn’t notice until too late she was sitting on someone else’s lap. The moment she realizes the ‘bench’ she had been lounging upon possessed a very lumpy texture, though, she’s quick to APOLOGIZE with sweat dripping down her cheek. Still, before she can utter out any more words past her parting lips, the stranger quickly interjects, causing Vivian to pause as horror continually lingers over her features.
...Wait, he wasn’t angry? Just like that, relief slowly begins seeping it’s way through her features. “ Y-Yeah, of course... your wish is my command, ” she’ll eventually stammer out before bowing her head low. “ Er... are you sure it’s ‘fine’, though? Did you not want to give me grief for treating you like a chair? ”
@uchigiwa / continued from here ;;
