a romance? s-sure…! why not let… let me find something good then…! you know where the bean bag and blankets are, right? *he makes his way over to the closet full of dvds to make a selection*
She walked over to where she remembered the beanbag was and pulled it out, wrapping the blanket on top of her, completely overloaded and unable to see. She looked down at her feet to make sure not to trip and when she thought she was in front of the television, she dropped everything, not even realizing she had actually dumped it all on top of Jack.
*he made a surprised noise at the sudden introduction of a bean bag to his personal private bubble but then laughed, despite it, as he sat up and pushed it off of him, peering up at her* death by bean bag. n-now that’d be embarrassing…! what a tombstone…!
Jack Maple 