[Luke stands and faces the bed, his hands on his own hips as he examines the damage. Ice cream everywhere, heh... She'll probably have a lot of trouble getting that out. Speaking of which, he puts the whole popsicle in his mouth now that there isn't much left - and makes a face, but that wears away into the usual neutrality shortly after... only to turn to flustered indignance once she remarks that he's helping, and he whirls around to face her.]
Mmf?! [But she's the one who tackled him! At least, that's what he would say if his mouth wasn't full. Instead, he just accepts his losses, because he kind of was the one who egged her on, and sighs.] Mmmmf...
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Mmf?! [But she's the one who tackled him! At least, that's what he would say if his mouth wasn't full. Instead, he just accepts his losses, because he kind of was the one who egged her on, and sighs.] Mmmmf...