His lanky limbs flailed around in a derrangely configured animation as he stumbled along before Ziarre. A laugh bubbled up through his throat, a deep throated chuckle as it slowly swooned off as he stumbled, catching the sight that he was entirely too close to tripping over a napping somebody.. Toviel's arms swung in large, circular motions to straighten him in wild, desperate attempts to aid him in staying on both feet as he swayed forwards and backwards, teetering.
Ziarre had been paying no attention to Toviel's immediate where abouts but his long, fluttering arms had caught her intense brown gaze. A brow lifted, as for a second, she watched him sway forwards than backwards, a pathetically strained expression twisting his features while he avoided falling atop a dozing man. How deep did stupidity run? She released a slow, exasperated breath. With her long, slender legs she strode towards Toviel, outstretching a hand swiftly to snatch the back of his jacket as Toviel fell limp and strained against the fabric. She listened to his exhale as she tugged him into a stand.
Toviel tottered backwards, the sudden jerk throwing up against Ziarre's 5 foot 11 frame, his 6 foot frame acting as pingpong ball as it jerked between her and an invisible force in front of him. He panted and leaned against Ziarre's shoulder, attempting to at least keep some sort of equilibrium.
"Holy Gods! Could you believe that? I almost killed this guy!" He wailed, laughing breathlessly, glancing upon Ziarre's exhausted, although beautiful features.
