footsie, sender initiates footsie with receiver under the table. ( for rose ofc )
she feels it. the nudge against her ankle from under the table, one she ignores to focus her attention on glaring daggers at the goblins that surround the camp, ones that think that she's sided with them. that their little group was siding with them. the pros of having a big scary lolthsworn drow were that... he was a big scary lolthsworn drow. and the goblins welcomed them all in with open arms, and no questions asked.
it comes again, this time a little rougher, and her attention snaps from one of the goblins to across from her, immediately locking eyes with the culprit. he looks smug, as usual, and she looks away, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. until he does it again. and again. and again. on the fourth kick, she jerks her own foot out, meeting @scionth's halfway, managing to successfully catch his ankle before she pulls her feet back further, grinning over at him. unfortunately for roselle, not only was he a big, scary drow, but he was also freakishly tall, which meant his legs could stretch much further than her own, and by the time she realises it, his foot has already stretched across the table and toppled her chair backwards.
the panic that swirls in her chest is overwhelming, and the way she tries to reach out to grab onto the table is almost pathetic. and yet, she doesn't accept her fate. but, time falls still, as does her chair. his foot, which had kicked her chair back, was now hooked underneath, essentially being her lifeline. โ put me down! โ despite trying to sound dominant and demanding, she sounds almost manic, which does draw some amused looks from the table around them. โ please, please don't embarrass me like this in this smelly pit of goblins! โ having promised herself to never beg a man for anything, she swallows that promise and spits it out. because nothing would be worse than falling on her back in this goblin camp.
after a moment, her chair is slowly returned to the ground, and the world is no longer off its axis. the long breath that escapes her is louder than the chatter of goblins around them, and when her eyes return to xvilnar, her brows are furrowing. a few silent moments go by before she leans down and shoots her leg out, kicking the man's foot, only to reel back and scoot her chair backwards so he can't repeat his last move. deeming herself the winner, she now mimics his sly grin and puffs her chest.
