If he weren't trying so hard to keep from treading on a cat, Benedict might actually manage to keep his footing; but he is, so he doesn't. He topples across Athessa, catching himself on the opposite side of the bed with his hips resting over her stomach.
Taking a moment to get his bearings, he looks crossly over his shoulder at her. "I'm not sleeping here," he remarks.
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If he weren't trying so hard to keep from treading on a cat, Benedict might actually manage to keep his footing; but he is, so he doesn't. He topples across Athessa, catching himself on the opposite side of the bed with his hips resting over her stomach.
Taking a moment to get his bearings, he looks crossly over his shoulder at her.
"I'm not sleeping here," he remarks.