[Her cheeks burned as she stared at Jakob, eyes wide in horror at the realization of what exactly had happened. Her blouse and skirt were covered with the sticky beverage-- more so than the floor-- but that was a small thing compared to light in Jakob's gaze that was more frigid than the ice of the northern mountains.
Scrambling, she crawled off of him and backed away several paces.]
I'm sorry! [She yelped, trying to shake her sticky hair out of her face and smooth out her now ruined skirt.] I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
Oh~! This is terrible-- you're not hurt, are you?!
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Scrambling, she crawled off of him and backed away several paces.]
I'm sorry! [She yelped, trying to shake her sticky hair out of her face and smooth out her now ruined skirt.] I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
Oh~! This is terrible-- you're not hurt, are you?!