Snippet #1915490

"Oh dear GOD-"

Elliot got cut off as he was barreled into by a girl, sending them both flying down the hall and paper catching on fire. More unfortunate, the sprinkler went off, and he got wet.

Groaning when they finally stopped, he opened his eyes and his vision was completely blurred. "Crap, dude, my glasses flew off. At least I'm still glowing." He said, able to see faint dots of pink light in his vision.

Attempting to sit up, he was pushed down by the girl's weight, and so he just laid there. "Hey. You alright, whoever you are? I don't need someone getting hurt." The boy asked. Using his hands to feel for something, he prodded at the girl's head, realizing she was still there.

"Mmkay, now I know where you are. Does anyone see my glasses anywhere? I can't, like, see anything. It's all just like, totally a blur." He chuckled and inched himself away from the girl, crawling along the floor lamely for his important glasses. Luckily, he found them, though they were wet, and so he dried them off with his sweater and stuck them back onto his face.

His hair being damp, and his clothes too, he looked like he sweat a pool far away. Crawling back over to the girl, he loomed over her curiously as he prodded at his glasses and pushed them up to the bridge of his nose. "Well, that was the most exciting greeting I've ever gotten."