[Alison, who never skips arm day, is nonetheless beginning to feel the burn. She relaxes, by the barest of fractions, which is a mistake. She won't break anything, falling from this height. Probably. But something might twist, or she would end up with a lot of unpleasant bruises. Her grip tightens again.]
Sure, if you want me to fall on you. [This conversation is beginning to make her, for lack of a better term, antsy.]
it kind of makes this conversation more charming though
Sure, if you want me to fall on you. [This conversation is beginning to make her, for lack of a better term, antsy.]