fxllingisntgraceful:

       [slowly, very slowly, she inches backwards upon the couch, like a very clumsy lion tryin to stalk prey. and when the timing is right..— whoomp. head is resting upon his lap as she pokes at his nose with both hands.]

                                                “what’cha doing?”

       { even if he was nodding off, charon could hear every step, the slight shake of his head exemplifying his annoyance. a barely audible exhale releases through pursed lips at the sudden weight in his lap, and he lifts his head up from resting on the back of the couch, barely opening his eyes to look at this idiot. he grimaces and shies away from her touch. }

                                                “i was relaxing.”