Goldy shifts around into a sitting position, legs dangling down the outer face of the wall. She smirks to herself and reaches behind Alanna. Cold, wet fingers work adroitly, finding their target and pulling upwards.
She doesn't yank hard however. It's not enough to overbalance the knight or cause any real discomfort.
"Multiply the force of that by ten, and you've got yourself a wedgie," she declares informatively.
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Date: 2006-06-03 02:05 am (UTC)She doesn't yank hard however. It's not enough to overbalance the knight or cause any real discomfort.
"Multiply the force of that by ten, and you've got yourself a wedgie," she declares informatively.