— @heartshocked !
Kalim has always been a ( self-proclaimed ) master at speed; however, his ability to stop still leaves much be desired, especially when his sights are set on something. Or, in this case, someone — a certain eel to exact.
“Jade—!” Spotting teal over the heads of the other students is quite easy thanks to Jade’s height alone, and weaving through moving bodies, Kalim reaches him with ease. But the unfortunate combination of slippery school hallways and a lack of brakes sends him right into Jade’s back. Hands instinctively grasp at the blazer in some attempt to steady himself, face pressed into the cool material. For a fleeting second, he finds the position almost comfortable and very... new, but such thoughts are quickly snuffed out by concern.
“Ahaha, sorry.” Kalim manages to pull away a bit, voice sheepish yet still laden by the very ardor that marked his greeting. He has something to tell Jade, but for the moment, it’s not on his mind. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
