<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/>The way she mentioned taking it easy on him couldn't help but make him feel like she may have been joking a little bit. Despite his height, a full on tackle from her was going to take him down without a second thought. He was going to need to reinforce himself and definitely ingrain himself into the ground to avoid being knocked over if it came to it.<em>'What are you setting yourself up for...?'</em><br/><br/>At her energetic squall and happy hug at the promise of food, part of him couldn't help but look forward to breakfast that day. That she's strong enough to lift him off the ground with her when she bounces leaves him smiling a little nervously. "No worries, the day you show up, I'll make a breakfast big enough to serve everyone in my dorm twice over!" He smiled... Tall words to live up to, but he was going shopping tonight anyway. He could have everything set aside and ready for when that day came.<br/><br/>"Actually I worry more about an electrical fire occurring than you eating too much. Besides, you seem like you know where to distribute your excess power."[ He chuckled, being just a little bit flirtacious.<br/><br/>His eyes fluttered knowingly in glee, the anticipation of answering her question with action rather than words evident. Her moans are soft and cute, her reactions spurring further action in the man as his tongue traces circles along her areola, even pushing the tip in slightly where the puffy mound hid it's goal. The presence of the vines make manipulating her form so effortless in conjunction with her weightlessness, his free hand moving up behind her to run fingertips through her spiky hair. His back leans against the tree for support, groaning happily as he enjoys the subtle worshipping of her chest.<br/><br/>Soon feeling her feet on his hips, he grinned pleasantly as she moved of her own will now, the tendril against her ass pulling her shorts up just a bit to caress exposed flesh, before it receded just slightly to worm it's way beneath her shorts. From within, the writhing appendage could easily curl around her thigh before sliding up between the crack of her cheeks. A soft grunt escaped his lips as she tugged on his hair, not minding a little rough play. "Mmm, keep on..." He encouraged her daring venture to unbutton his top and play with him. In her shorts, the vine begins to thrust back and forth, effectively hotdogging her while his hands and tongue continue to work on the bouncing joys that were her tits.<br/><br/>"They're so cute, I can't help myself... Do you think they'll perk up if I keep playing with them?" he asked, not bothering to wait for the answer as his fingertips kneaded the flesh.