[ The white blur is no longer a blur now, at least! It's turned into a frantic-looking young lady, both her skin and her hair as white as snow. Her eyes are a deep blue hue, like the ocean, shining brightly in the light.
Said white blur has also conveniently used Jean as a perch of sorts. Crashing into him and making him stumble backwards, she's landed on him, and her fall's definitely less painful now. ]
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Said white blur has also conveniently used Jean as a perch of sorts. Crashing into him and making him stumble backwards, she's landed on him, and her fall's definitely less painful now. ]
I thought I could control it, sorry.
[ She still hasn't gotten off him. ]