Stop begging! You're not getting any creepy man! -- Circus Blitz

Lysette.Badeau

The little girl had left the plastic knife behind. The white plastic still virgin in comparison to the half eaten burger. She was discovering that Drake was a lot like Josh. She moved closer to him, her ears catching his quick reply but hearing the untruth behind it. She moved into the door frame as her hands reached the doors on either side. He was on the bottom step so she was planning to sit in the doorway.

In a move she couldn't really explain afterward, she pitched forward. Her hands tried to grab hold of the door frame but slipped away in betrayal. She plummeted over Drake's legs and into the turf below. The gravel stung at her palms as the dirty jagged edges punctured delicate skin. She gasped then, her knees hitting the turf in an ungraceful movement like a cat leaping for something a little out of reach.

Her brown hair cascaded over her head, hiding the sight of the ground from her view. She impulsively rolled to her butt to examine her hands, unaware that her skirt at risen up higher on the thin thighs. She looked with wide eyes at the newly acquired wounds. shit. that really hurt. She picked a pebble from her palm, it's back edge coated with blood. The cuts and scratches were not deep but would be tender tomorrow.

But before Drake could come to her rescue, her mouth opened and dirty lips put out a huge laugh from her small frame. "I'm SO ungraceful!!" She was already trying to pick herself up off the ground. She was thankful that Harold hadn't been in her pocket. She tried to stand without using her hands, not wanting to push any more dirt into them. "But anyway- what's really wrong?" It was this return of concern to him--despite her bruised hands-- that showed her compassion. But her hair was a horrible mess and her skirt and hands were dirty.

Companions
Marigold.Pony
Harold.Mouse

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