Mango loco

At first Raphael heard someone enter the corridor with him, but he didn’t really think much of it as he picked up the pieces of meat for Rory. He just assumed they would see him and walk around, but oh how wrong he was.

The collision threw him off balance, as he was leaned over and already in an awkward position. He dropped the scraps yet again, and had to use his hand to stop him from going face first into the floor. Some sort of noises escaped his lips, something along the lines of an oof perhaps.

Well, maybe if you’d been watching where you were going. He snapped, then sighed, he didn’t mean to be moody, it just came out of him sometimes. Look, I was just trying to bring my dog some table scraps and I dropped them, ok?! He hated being away from Rory, he hadn’t had the little dog long since he’d rescued her, displaced because of the Ferelden Blight.

Once he was balanced again, at least he thought he was balanced, he tried to both stand up while simultaneously reaching out to help the girl that had just crashed into him. This did not go well, because he wasn’t as balanced as he thought and his hand dipped when it should have risen.

As soon as he realised what he had done, he turned fifty shades of red and pulled his hand back like it had just been pushed into a flame. It just figured, he couldn’t have a simple social situation without saying or doing something that made him feel about two inches tall.

I did not, I mean I’m so….. He stuttered, clearly mortified.