<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 scrunches her face up in thought, eyes dipping down to look at nothing. "They did start it after I broke that concrete tackle stand." Her cheeks flush a light red before her gaze snaps to his. "But that was an accident!"<br/><br/>Her head bobs in a nod as her lips curl up in a wide grin. "It's gotta be close to me but I can grab a big sheet of metal and lift a couple people up for a ride!" Her head tilts slightly and she leans in, her soft locks just barely brushing Michael's nose. "Why though? Trees are really tall! And I've seen plants that float?"<br/><br/>Her knees slide further apart along Michael's shoulders as she bounces and nods rapidly, hand coming up in a V for victory sign. "Their electricity is yummy! And a lot easier to get then sticking a fork in an outlet." Pausing she glances around before grinning on spotting her lunchbox, bobbing in the air a slight distance in front of the two of them.  Her left hand reaches out and settles on thin air as if it was solid while her right stretches and stretches out for the box, fingers just barely brushing the handle. Her stretching and wiggling for the box has the side effect of tugging on her shirt, the front of it finally slipping free of Michael's head and drooping down before his face leaving him a clear view of her slim stomach as it twitches and clenches with each breath. This also leaves the undersides of her breasts as they dangle beneath her fully in his sight, the plump mounds rippling and shaking with each stretching reach she makes. It also leaves the pale and puffy areola tipping each mound in full view, her nipples obviously inverted as they're not seen upon her shaking mounds. With a cheer of success she hooks her fingers in the box and tugs it to her before popping the latches and digging in, a lot of shaking and twisting needed before she finds what she was looking for and sits up with another cheer. Looking down at Michael she blinks at how his head is covered with her shirt, fingers hooking into it and pulling it off his head and against her stomach. "Sorry about that! See! My fork!" She holds a fork out for Michael to look at, all but two prongs on the utensil bent downwards and the remaining teeth blackened at the tip. "I stick this in one of the sockets whenever I get really really low and hungry."<br/><br/>She sticks her fork behind her ear as she grins at Michael. "I like snowball fights! And mud fights! Do you make teams or just go..." Her eyes widen before her grin stretches wider. "Oh! That's why you want the ice types! So they can make snow even when it's not winter!"<br/><br/>"Hmmm. You may be right 'bout CeCe." Her teeth worry her lower lip as she wiggles atop Michael, gaze really not seeing a thing as she ponders. "Maybe we should drag her out for a few games. Show we're not scared of her an' she don't need to be hoighty toighty so much." She smiles and makes to say something else but dies off with a giggle as Michael pokes her sides, her small form twisting and wiggling away from the touch. "You're right! Maybe she is different when it's just her dorm mates or something."<br/><br/>Amelie blinks and stares at Michael in confusion as his hands slide across her sides, her body swaying back and forth as she presses into the touches. "I am? What do you mean?" She twists upon his shoulders to stare at her own stomach, dangling breasts right before his face as her own hand reaches out and pokes her sides. After a few pokes she hums, hand coming down to poke and even stroke against Michael's chest. "You're harder then me! So why did you think I'd be hard?"