[ Bolin has accidentally touched a boob. Well, that is, if "slipping on some errant water and elbowing the boob in an effort to regain his balance" qualifies as touching. The thing is that it isn't just any boob that he's elbowed: it's a harpy boob. Which means that the shrill cry that emits from Bolin's pursuer is that much more horrifying, and certainly motivates him to sprint faster despite the exhaustion still creaking in his bones from the previous day.
He really is tired though, and he just can't keep running anymore. So he doesn't.
Instead, he falls to the ground in a cleverly timed duck, leaving the harpy to barrel into an innocent Allelujah, who, for comedic purposes, we'll say just happened to be standing too close to the edge of a spring. ]
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[ Bolin has accidentally touched a boob. Well, that is, if "slipping on some errant water and elbowing the boob in an effort to regain his balance" qualifies as touching. The thing is that it isn't just any boob that he's elbowed: it's a harpy boob. Which means that the shrill cry that emits from Bolin's pursuer is that much more horrifying, and certainly motivates him to sprint faster despite the exhaustion still creaking in his bones from the previous day.
He really is tired though, and he just can't keep running anymore. So he doesn't.
Instead, he falls to the ground in a cleverly timed duck, leaving the harpy to barrel into an innocent Allelujah, who, for comedic purposes, we'll say just happened to be standing too close to the edge of a spring. ]
Oh—Sorry!!
[ But is he though. ]