now i'm paralyzed

[castra]

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[+ SIR LILCELOT]

Well, today was most definitely not going her way. As in D E F I N I T E L Y not her way. Then again. Now that she thought about it. Most, of not all, things didn't go her way. "I know, I know." She grumbled in reply, voice muffled slightly by her index finger. Geez, he didn't need to get all cranky on her. So it was one lamp, big deal! She could have done much worse, she thought. But how she had arrived at their present situation? Well. Let's just say that the blonde had decided that today was roller skates and pie day. And well. She had never really quite figured out how to stop in them. Or avoid the guests of the inn that always seemed to need to leave. 

She merely shrugged in reply, pulling her finger out of her mouth as she shook her hand slightly. "I'm plenty careful! Stuff just happens to be moving! How do you know it's not your fault, Iain?" She grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest in frustration. She wasn't mad, honestly. But she was most definitely not just gonna sit there and just listen to him get sassy with her. "We could always just buy more. I mean we have before." She shifted uneasily on her skates, having had found how to brake them while the other cleaned up another one of her messes. She didn't mean to, really. Accidents happened right?

She stretched out her fingers, glancing at the cut in it quietly. Could she pass it off as a tattoo? Some kind of battle scar? Her eyes widened, glimmering at the notion. She could totally pass it off as a battle scar! A bear or something. Oh man, that'd be so sick! "D'ya really think so? Oh my gosh, I wasn't even thinking about that! I'll say it was like. I was wrestling an alligator or somethin'! Or ... do like. Do alligators even live here?" Oh the possibilities! That'd be so cool... of course. Maybe she shouldn't lie. Go hunt down a bear or something and show it who was boss! "Or should I go like. Wrestle a bear or something? I'd be so legit!"

"Wait a second. Work?" She pouted, grumbling as she did so. Who even worked weekends? It was so not like she was a maid and had to work every da- oh wait. She was. But she was young! She needed to live life! And staying inside was so boring! Fallon groaned, flailing her arms about in annoyance. She didn't want to work! "Come on Iain! Can't I just put it off for like a day?" She pouted, skating over to the other. "Please, please, please? Come onnnnnn. You're gonna kill me with all this lack of social life." 

She rested her hands on her hips. Would she have to break out the cute? She didn't want to break out the cute. Of course, the act never really seemed to work on anyone. "You could use some fresh air too mister. Breathin' in all that smoke is gonna kill you."

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