That hurted
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From a stall away Areum had heard the guy say his food had gotten cold, and with the spark of an idea that he could use his hands to heat it up for him, the air headed muscle bag had tripped on the way over to the stranger. Resulting in... this.
It was laughable really, that now they were both bruised up at the festival. Luckily though, Areum had the dexterity to at the very least not drop the food he had definitely grabbed before he had fallen into the man. “Glad your lip not too busted up to eat this. Coz well.. it’s warm now dude.” The tatted demigod laughed as he held out the funnel cake that had heated from Areum’s hands.
The ex con couldn’t even be mad when his forehead was patted right next to where he had collided since it was his fault for trying to run over and be useful for once. “Trust I won’t pass out, plus I’m kinda fuckin’ heavy ain’t nobody wanna carry me so I think I’ll have to suck it up just this once~” Playful as ever Areum favored the dramatics, pretending it was just oh so hard to get up right before a rumble of laughter was flying past his lips. Even faster a heavy hand was patting the back of the funnel cake guy a little more rough than he had planned. “I’m Areum by the way. Sorry for fat lip~”