[color= #FFFFF]And there was her first mistake. No, no, not mistake. Tulip didn’t like to have regrets, but it was hard not to feel guilty watching the kind, soft features of the boy become painful and nauseated as he hit the ground. Her hand flew away from his, suspended in midair. At the sound of his yelp and a chair crashing to the ground, Tulip winced and her hands clamped over her ears even though it wasn’t that loud. The sound of the collision had attracted plenty of stares and people were whispering. The boy didn’t meet her eyes, murmuring to the floor. He was probably humiliated. What had just happened had pretty much confirmed this boy had a severe case of germaphobia. Which made a pretty bad adventuring partner, but Tulip wasn’t giving up on him yet. He was on the floor, and germaphobes weren’t really the type to lie on the floor, which was surely much more grimy and disgusting then her hands. Okay, she was done assessing the situation. The first thing to do was to put some of the attention onto her to help him feel better. So, she allowed herself to also crash to the ground, white sneakers making a distasteful screech on the tile. She let out a tiny squeak as she slammed to the ground, though she barely felt anything, using one hand to push hair out of her face. [/color]“Don’t beat yourself up about it, I don’t need an apology. And if you think they aren’t your taste either, there’s no need to eat the chips.” She gave him her prettiest smile, wanting him to cheer up. She didn’t like it when the mood was dampened like this, she wanted to have some fun. Tulip was curious about the whole family thing, but bringing it up again would probably make things worse. “I don’t know why I even let the chefs put them on my tray.”
@cadborosa - nika