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[OOM: In which Tristran and Yvaine move too slow, too fast, and in an entirely unexpected direction.]
The impressiveness of the rather sudden and rather solid thunk of bodies hitting the hardwood is only truly impressive until one hears the inventive string of curses that it prompts.
It continues on without repeating (which might be the most impressive part) in a manner entirely unbefitting the the ladylike voice of the decidedly shimmery body on the bottom of the tangled pile of limbs and flushing and far too many skirts, and only cuts itself off at a particularly scandalized, "Yvaine!"
The muffled laughter that replies is significantly less scandalized and significantly more amused.
That is, until it registers that they are lying in what is most definitely not a hallway.
The quiet, "Oh, this is lovely." is much more appropriately mortified.
The impressiveness of the rather sudden and rather solid thunk of bodies hitting the hardwood is only truly impressive until one hears the inventive string of curses that it prompts.
It continues on without repeating (which might be the most impressive part) in a manner entirely unbefitting the the ladylike voice of the decidedly shimmery body on the bottom of the tangled pile of limbs and flushing and far too many skirts, and only cuts itself off at a particularly scandalized, "Yvaine!"
The muffled laughter that replies is significantly less scandalized and significantly more amused.
That is, until it registers that they are lying in what is most definitely not a hallway.
The quiet, "Oh, this is lovely." is much more appropriately mortified.