[She doesn't protest as he helps her to her feet, just kind of... glares indignantly at some random spot in the distance. There isn't even any real anger behind any of it and certainly nothing directed at anyone but herself. Because Lance is right; she did trip over her own feet. How dumb is that.]
...You were distracting me.
[Yep, that's her story and she's sticking with it. And she's definitely not pouting by the time her gaze resettles on Lance's face.]
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...You were distracting me.
[Yep, that's her story and she's sticking with it. And she's definitely not pouting by the time her gaze resettles on Lance's face.]
With your booger-crusted fingers.