<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/>"No one expects the electromagnetisim!" She pauses with one hand in the air before huffing and pouting at Michael. "Did you just call me fat?"<br/><hr/><br/>A giggle drifts from Amelie as Michael wiggles in her grip, arms tightening around his chest while her breasts squish even further against his back. "Good for the diglett good for the farfetch'd." The vines anchoring him cause her to pout and when he doesn't move after several tugs she sets him down, her elbows resting on his shoulders and her breasts squishing against the top of his head as she folds over him to peer at his face upside down. "Don't need surprise when ya grab someone. What if ya grabbed one of the twins and they zapped ya?"<br/><br/>Her knees press against his shoulders and her legs press along his back best as the short limbs can. The pose could have been really awkward for him in regards to sheer weight except he could barely feel any pressure settling on him from the small form basically wrapped around his head. Her hair dangles down while her metalic gaze meets his. "Or if ya spooked a fire type?"