so he MAY have accidentally slipped on a puddle of water while he was running, and it MAY have sent him flying straight towards the ground. he’s beauty, he’s grace. when he’s recovered from the initial embarrassment, he pulls himself up and brushes the dirt of his suit, and just as he’s about to continue his run, he spots someone sitting ahead, staring straight at him.
❛ uh, please tell me you didn’t just see what happened.. ❜
another day, another job well done. or, semi-well done. her silk sense still needs some spit and shine. she’s taking a breather on a rooftop, legs swinging as she idly thinks of where to get takeout from, when a man clad in red does a FACE-PLANT right in front of the building. that’s gotta hurt. brow raises when their gazes meet, amusement brewing her chest at his statement.
❛ i’d say i didn’t, but that would be a lie. first time out on the field?? i feel you, buddy. ❜