<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/N4lStza.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Michael 'Mike' S. Astragalus<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 12 (12:00 PM)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Campus, approaching Lunch Hall<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Amelie, Open?<br/><hr/><br/>"Wai-" Michael began, hoping to stop her before she cheered, but it was too late. She had leapt up and once again motorboated him with a happy discharge of electricity all around them. Honestly, after today, this sort of friendliness and happiness was just what he needed after the scare he got an hour ago. The next one would come when he had to figure out how much food to make...<br/><br/>"No, no, electrical fires are hazards that tended to occur when people handled electric things carelessly, it's something you hear about more among normal people... You just seem to handle electricity differently, is all." He smiled, inwardly feeling thankful if she could do what she did without causing any mishaps like an electrical fire to occur. He needed to get more than a few fire extinguishers when he discovered his roommate...<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Was this what it felt like for her to act on instinct? With his tendrils keeping Amelie at his mercy, his hands and tongue are free to run wild across her petite but curvaceous form, encouraged by her soft moans and whimpers, even her body language all pointing towards 'Yes, keep on'. Wherever his fingers or tongue touched, her body seemed to gravitate toward him in order to be played with even more.<br/><br/>His back arches, pushing more of his firm chest out for her to feel and play with, to compare to her own... Hard to soft, like her observations told her earlier. He shuddered lightlt, the tendril hotdogging her cheeks now getting clenched on as she rubbed against it. He started to get a little worried now, as he had been made acutely aware earlier how easily they could get off. "H-hey... Unless you have a change of clothes, the shorts and panties need to come off..." He panted... Otherwise she was going to get a heaping helping of sweet sap down below.<br/><br/>Whether she can acknowledge his warning or not, one couldn't deny he enjoyed himself. Soon his chest is made bare for her, his dress shirt unbuttoned with his blazer revealed the body rising and falling with each breath taken. His arms maneuvered behind her, pressing their bodies together as best as he could, nuzzling through the hair of his small friend and breathing deep as she roams his back. His own hands move about, one traveling down to help wrestle with her shorts, hoping to spare her from a fate he had been subjected to earlier, while his other grasps and caresses at her back, his body unable to help and shift against hers, the vinetacle beginning to thrust faster all the while.