Re: Keep Rollin', Rollin', Rollin' (for Letta)
Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2026 11:45 pm
Indeed, rather like a corner splash! Albeit focused more on the lower abdominal and hip region than the typical chest area! She might've even enjoyed it, if it weren't so awkward!
Heck, she'd enjoy the regular splash, too.
Distracting thoughts are distracting, and Laxia easing back off of her helps keep them under control. Her forearms rest on the guardrail behind her, and she arches her back a little to try to work the sudden kink out of her spine. Her chest is pushed forward against her split top for a few daringly unconscious seconds before the girl relaxes again to the release of a helpless giggle.
"No, I'm tough. I can take a lil' roughin' up," she adds, unable to help herself and the uncharacteristic string of innuendos. She would happily lay the blame on her uppercrust date, who gets so delightfully flustered by them. "Our dates might even be better with it, no?" The question is posed with a crooked, self-satisfied grin and wink through the eyemask.
As the arm loops her, Bandita leans away from the guardrail and towards Laxia. Only when standing upright, she eases aside from her just enough to give her room to operate the skates and not bump her. And in the process, her hand seeks to join with Laxia's again, palm to palm, fingers slotted neatly between fingers. Without further delay, she'll encourage them to get rolling onwards with a soft propel forward; a coax, if you will, to see if the ginger can and will keep up with her very mild pace.
"Still no regrets, right?," she asks, cocking her head slightly to the side to look towards Laxia's face. Her smile is small, sincere, and hopeful. "Would you believe I've been on only.. like.. one date before? An' the boy was so weird. I barely knew him, and he wanted to like make out at 'dis theater, right? So I kept stuffing my face with popcorn so I could always be like-"
She pauses the story to pantomime chewing with exaggeratedly puffy cheeks, her free hand motioning towards her face, then a helpless shrug as she affects an oh-so-apologetic expression.
"Keheh. It kept him at bay. He never asked me out again."
Heck, she'd enjoy the regular splash, too.
Distracting thoughts are distracting, and Laxia easing back off of her helps keep them under control. Her forearms rest on the guardrail behind her, and she arches her back a little to try to work the sudden kink out of her spine. Her chest is pushed forward against her split top for a few daringly unconscious seconds before the girl relaxes again to the release of a helpless giggle.
"No, I'm tough. I can take a lil' roughin' up," she adds, unable to help herself and the uncharacteristic string of innuendos. She would happily lay the blame on her uppercrust date, who gets so delightfully flustered by them. "Our dates might even be better with it, no?" The question is posed with a crooked, self-satisfied grin and wink through the eyemask.
As the arm loops her, Bandita leans away from the guardrail and towards Laxia. Only when standing upright, she eases aside from her just enough to give her room to operate the skates and not bump her. And in the process, her hand seeks to join with Laxia's again, palm to palm, fingers slotted neatly between fingers. Without further delay, she'll encourage them to get rolling onwards with a soft propel forward; a coax, if you will, to see if the ginger can and will keep up with her very mild pace.
"Still no regrets, right?," she asks, cocking her head slightly to the side to look towards Laxia's face. Her smile is small, sincere, and hopeful. "Would you believe I've been on only.. like.. one date before? An' the boy was so weird. I barely knew him, and he wanted to like make out at 'dis theater, right? So I kept stuffing my face with popcorn so I could always be like-"
She pauses the story to pantomime chewing with exaggeratedly puffy cheeks, her free hand motioning towards her face, then a helpless shrug as she affects an oh-so-apologetic expression.
"Keheh. It kept him at bay. He never asked me out again."