with the mascara tears from your getaway...

[agent_bandit]

He sticks in his headphones as he moves down the bus, cheerily dancing his way toward the door, hips swaying, arms wiggling, head bouncing along with his inner tune. Singing along, he reaches the top of the stairs. "Hey moon, please forget to fall down…"He does a little turn and begins to walk forwards, missing the first and tripping on the second, falling over his feet as he reaches the third. The door flies open with the force of his out-ward arms and he closes his eyes, hoping it'll stop the contact with the all-to-familiar ground.
But he stops.
He's saved.
Arms are wrapped around his lovingly, holding up his tender frame, slightly vibrating with giggles from their owner."Hey moon, don't you fall down."