In hindsight, the couch giving out is not a surprise -- that doesn't make it anymore pleasant. Soren hears the crack and has a split second where he thinks that he's lucky -- he's only just rolled over on top of Ike, slipping his fingers beneath the hem of Ike's t-shirt while Ike grabs him around the waist with his big, warm hands -- before he and Ike go crashing to the not-quite floor, surrounded by couch cushions and springs.
"Ugh," Ike says, eloquently, as Mist runs shrieking into the room.
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Date: 2013-02-10 02:53 am (UTC)"Ugh," Ike says, eloquently, as Mist runs shrieking into the room.