[ Her gloved fingertips just barely brush against his as he reaches for hers, with Mythra straining her arm towards him in return, and her lips part as she watches him tip backwards as if in slow motion-- ]
...Oh, come on.
[ Already she's placed her back foot behind her as if positioned to propel her into a leap. ]
1/2
...Oh, come on.
[ Already she's placed her back foot behind her as if positioned to propel her into a leap. ]