[Too bad for Therion that Gavial is composed of a few key things, and chief among them are: 1) stubbornness and 2) absolutely living for making a scene. This particular one she might regret later when it’s time for Consequences, but that time is not now!
What it is time for is wrangling a complete stranger who is very determined to get out of her grasp. She’s definitely wrestled with worse countless times over, but while his little coffee move hadn’t bought him the immediate release he’d been hoping for, it does make this a more difficult affair than Gavial had been expecting.]
Just— Dammit, quit your wriggling!
[Glaring at the squirming man in her arms with one eye closed while the coffee threatens to get in the other, she’s prepared to brace her footing when he gets that good jab in with his knee—and proceeds to slip on the coffee-splattered floor and drive them both plummeting backwards to the ground.
She lands with a grunt and a harshly-uttered Shit!, reaching out to try to nab him by the clothes before he can skitter away. Shirt, trousers, scarf—whatever she can get her hands on.]
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What it is time for is wrangling a complete stranger who is very determined to get out of her grasp. She’s definitely wrestled with worse countless times over, but while his little coffee move hadn’t bought him the immediate release he’d been hoping for, it does make this a more difficult affair than Gavial had been expecting.]
Just— Dammit, quit your wriggling!
[Glaring at the squirming man in her arms with one eye closed while the coffee threatens to get in the other, she’s prepared to brace her footing when he gets that good jab in with his knee—and proceeds to slip on the coffee-splattered floor and drive them both plummeting backwards to the ground.
She lands with a grunt and a harshly-uttered Shit!, reaching out to try to nab him by the clothes before he can skitter away. Shirt, trousers, scarf—whatever she can get her hands on.]