est. august 2015
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arendelian:

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        ❛ Oh!

                                 A SURPRISED gasp escaped pink glossed lips, aquamarine hues widening in shock at the sight of the boy crashing ( abruptly ) before her eyes. Acting on pure instinct, she dropped to a crouch beside him, hands reaching out to offer him aid in getting up from his position ( now sprawled ) on the floor. Her expression was sheepish, conveying the notion that perhaps she considered herself to be to blame for the incident ( in fairness, she most likely was at fault ). At a loss for what else to do, she spoke, frantic words tumbling freely from her lips in a string of incoherent babble.

        ❛ I’m so I was just
        are you OKAY? ❜

{ };           In fairness, he barely feels a thing from the physical pain.
                    What hurts is the achingly awkward position he’s
                    quite literally fallen into. He turns his head, catching
                    sight of her visage blurring into a crouch.

                         (  Okay, so… Spider-sense does not , in fact,
                           perceive random girls on the street as threats.
                           At least I wasn’t in costume for that.
                          Daily Bugle, eat your heart out.  )

                  He half-expected her to just walk right past him or, what was
                  more likely in NEW YORK CITY, tell him to watch it ’. Instead, he
                  finds her open palms and disjointed words held out for him. He
                  tilts his head towards her, gazing up with wide, hazel eyes and
                  flushed cheeks. He blinks, expecting some sort of reprimand,
                  barely paying attention to what she’s saying before he realizes
                  she is asking if he was okay.

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                    ❝   Yeah, yeah it’s—it’s no problem, honestly.   

               He takes one slender hand, the crust of debris and pavement agitating
               his palm when he finds hers for support. Once he is back up on both
               mud-stained sneakers, his lips start to form into an awkward purse
               before he attempts to speak again.

                      ❝    —That um, that was my bad, I’m really sorry.    

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