[Yeah no her eyes are shut and he’s going to catch her and there’s that briefest moment of panic where she forces herself not to flail. Flailing is bad. She might hit him or make him drop her or something. But she lands in his arms with a soft oof and she automatically throws her arms around him. A few moments of stillness, of steadying her breath, and then she deems it safe enough to open her eyes.
He’s really close. She doesn’t move, doesn’t say a word, just smiles a little, then looks away after catching herself looking into his eyes for a bit. It’s quiet save for the thudding of her heart. She’s probably breathing too loud? Seems that way. Dizzy. Her arms remain around his neck until she feels herself shift and her feet touch the floor. And then she can finally breathe.]
Not bad at all. [A shaky little laugh.] Nice catch.
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He’s really close. She doesn’t move, doesn’t say a word, just smiles a little, then looks away after catching herself looking into his eyes for a bit. It’s quiet save for the thudding of her heart. She’s probably breathing too loud? Seems that way. Dizzy. Her arms remain around his neck until she feels herself shift and her feet touch the floor. And then she can finally breathe.]
Not bad at all. [A shaky little laugh.] Nice catch.