She thinks her vision might have gone blurry from the impact. Lifting her head and giving it a fierce shake to clear the sand caught in her fur, Paola makes a move to stand up, only to find that her body seems to be tangled into something—or someone, evident by the voices permeating the ringing in her ears. She looks around before settling on the poor sap she'd bowled into, caught in a fit of laughter so infectious that it takes only a second for Paola to start laughing along with him.
When he starts to settle, so does she, letting her head fall back to the ground with a groan and not making any attempts to untangle herself or her long tail from the stranger. The run has absolutely conked her out, and she lays there, her sides rising and falling in exhausted breath, until she realizes that Gia has also arrived at the scene.
"A room in the tavern, Gia? Well, that surely beats sleeping in the sand like I've been doing," she answers amusedly, pretending not to understand the innuendo and offering the other a wicked grin. Turning back to the newcomer, Paola studies the tom for a few seconds but decides not to make an attempt to untangle herself from him—it seems he isn't too bothered, either, so she gets comfortable in whatever position they're in and paws at his ear playfully.
"Devland, eh? Mind if I call you Dev?" She hardly waits for an answer, barrelling on, "Now, why would I turn down such a pretty chap as yourself? I've decided you're my buddy now. You're stuck with me—quite literally!" She tugs at her long tail, which she thinks might be tangled around one of his legs, to prove her point.
At his quick, pained expression, Paola's eyes flash curiously (and perhaps even guiltily), her face heating up at the thought that their little tumble might have broken something. She sits back and watches for a moment, waiting for him to finish speaking, before leaning probably a little too close for comfort to observe him. "I'm Paola... hey, are you okay? I didn't, like, bust anything of yours, did I?"
When he starts to settle, so does she, letting her head fall back to the ground with a groan and not making any attempts to untangle herself or her long tail from the stranger. The run has absolutely conked her out, and she lays there, her sides rising and falling in exhausted breath, until she realizes that Gia has also arrived at the scene.
"A room in the tavern, Gia? Well, that surely beats sleeping in the sand like I've been doing," she answers amusedly, pretending not to understand the innuendo and offering the other a wicked grin. Turning back to the newcomer, Paola studies the tom for a few seconds but decides not to make an attempt to untangle herself from him—it seems he isn't too bothered, either, so she gets comfortable in whatever position they're in and paws at his ear playfully.
"Devland, eh? Mind if I call you Dev?" She hardly waits for an answer, barrelling on, "Now, why would I turn down such a pretty chap as yourself? I've decided you're my buddy now. You're stuck with me—quite literally!" She tugs at her long tail, which she thinks might be tangled around one of his legs, to prove her point.
At his quick, pained expression, Paola's eyes flash curiously (and perhaps even guiltily), her face heating up at the thought that their little tumble might have broken something. She sits back and watches for a moment, waiting for him to finish speaking, before leaning probably a little too close for comfort to observe him. "I'm Paola... hey, are you okay? I didn't, like, bust anything of yours, did I?"
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