Jan 5, 2019
@holysabered
Rea slips.
Of course she slips.
Her mind pauses in the brief moment before gravity starts to pull her imbalanced body down and—
“Akóma toto—?”
—falls into someone instead of the snow alone.
She shrieks in surprise and embarrassment when her fall is cushioned, body quickly rushing with the heat of an ashamed flush instead of the cold of the snow. Rea scrambles to her feet by pushing off from the snow drift with her bare hands, brain floundering as she tries to think of any words.
“Sorry—!” she stammers, clumsily picking up her messenger bag and holding it to her chest. The obvious occurs to her and she sticks her reddening hand out to him, feeling her blush get more suffocating by the moment. “I was— Sorry.”
