<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/d/d2/Amelie.jpg/424px-Amelie.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name: </strong>Amelie<br/><strong>Date/Time: </strong>September 12 (12:00 PM)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Campus, Lunch Hall Approach<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Michael, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Amelie's cheeks tinge an even brighter red even as she nods her head. "Coach couldn't afford those fancy training bags so he wrapped a concrete post in padding for tackle practice. Johnyy was being an ass that day and I really hit the pole. Went right through it."<br/><br/>She matches Michael's humming with her own as she pokes his nose. "Betcha there's stuff you can do with those plants other's can't!"  Her head tilts before she grins. "Can you eat sunlight? Wait... your skins not green..."<br/><br/>"Of course I put a fork in an outlet for electricity. How else do ya get it outta a plugin?" The comment about cords has her scratching her head with her fork. "Never thought of that. Might have to give it a try!"<br/><br/>The pat on her head would cause her to briefly pause, cheeks burning from the complement even as she leans into the patting. "Thanks?"<br/><br/>Amelie peers at Michael in confusion, finger poking his chest once more. "But you are harder then me so why wouldn't I say so?" To prove the point her hands come up to her own chest and squeeze her breasts, the shirt pressed tight enough against the jiggly mounds that he could see every brief squeeze she gave the plump mounds. "See. Lots softer then your chest." She does tilt her head as she peers up at him, her other hand settled on his chest. "Oh... Well... I do have lots of metal in me. Least that's what the docs say. And the professors." She bites at her lower lip and makes to say something else only to squeak as vines coil around her stomach and lift her up before bringing her down before you. Her face down pose causes her shirt to fall enough to expose some of her trembling stomach while the light kicking of her feet causes her shorts clad rump to shift with each motion. Hands settling on her rear and squeezing the firm cheeks draws another squeak from her, cheeks burning a bright red and her mouth opening to say something before her face scrunches up in confusion.<br/><br/>"hard? I thought you were plant not bug? Gonna do like a kakuna and use harden?" The odd pose Michael's holding her in is forgotten as she twists just enough to stare up at him in confusion. "I didn't know you knew a bug trick?"