[Scaramouche pivots toward the sound of footsteps padding through the grass. There she is! A grin splits across his face and he opens his mouth, ready as ever to talk, failing to take note of her unreadable expression.
Before he can say a single word, her arms are wrapping hard around him, pushing an 'oof!' out of him on impact. His own arms fold around her upper half, hands on her back to steady him, as he feels his body sway, a leg giving out from under him; he has to sink to his knee or risk falling over. Recovering his balance this way, his embrace loosens and his hands gradually shift to her shoulders. He stares at her.
As he does, it hits him what's happening. It's been a long time since he's had her in his arms; he should make the most of it while he can.
Stunned surprise abating and still on one knee, his smile returns in short order and he relaxes, giving a chuckle, one hand giving her shoulder a pat-pat. He hasn't forgotten the softness of her hair or the smoothness of her skin. Being able to feel them again after all this time brings an amused hum from him.]
There's my honeydew.
[It's playful, but gently spoken; he was prepared to belt out a boisterous greeting before she went and knocked the wind out of him. He didn't expect this kind of welcome.]
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Before he can say a single word, her arms are wrapping hard around him, pushing an 'oof!' out of him on impact. His own arms fold around her upper half, hands on her back to steady him, as he feels his body sway, a leg giving out from under him; he has to sink to his knee or risk falling over. Recovering his balance this way, his embrace loosens and his hands gradually shift to her shoulders. He stares at her.
As he does, it hits him what's happening. It's been a long time since he's had her in his arms; he should make the most of it while he can.
Stunned surprise abating and still on one knee, his smile returns in short order and he relaxes, giving a chuckle, one hand giving her shoulder a pat-pat. He hasn't forgotten the softness of her hair or the smoothness of her skin. Being able to feel them again after all this time brings an amused hum from him.]
There's my honeydew.
[It's playful, but gently spoken; he was prepared to belt out a boisterous greeting before she went and knocked the wind out of him. He didn't expect this kind of welcome.]
Miss me, babe?