[ Alec pitches forward with the feminine grace of a toppling windmill, grasping back for Aisha even as she tumbles down with him. He wheezes and coughs on a mouthful of glitter as he squirms up onto his knees, his fingers hooked into the side of her shirt. ]
I'm the guy who trips people. Me. It's my thing. You have your own thing. I'm going to sue.
[ He tugs Aisha towards him, glaring at her closer up in hopefully imposing intensity, and nevermind the smirk. ]
no subject
[ Alec pitches forward with the feminine grace of a toppling windmill, grasping back for Aisha even as she tumbles down with him. He wheezes and coughs on a mouthful of glitter as he squirms up onto his knees, his fingers hooked into the side of her shirt. ]
I'm the guy who trips people. Me. It's my thing. You have your own thing. I'm going to sue.
[ He tugs Aisha towards him, glaring at her closer up in hopefully imposing intensity, and nevermind the smirk. ]
I've got a guy.