[ Sylvain rarely has a problem with being shy. He's not actually sure he would know how to be, to be honest. What he is, however, is distracted. His arms are full of what looks to be several thick rolls of fine fabric as he steps back from one of the merchant stands in the market square. Laughing as he bids the pleased man a farewell - he had just spent an unhealthy amount of coin to fill the man's pockets, after all - he'd turned away just in time to all but trip over an unfamiliar figure hurrying the other direction.
Which immediately prompts some careful juggling as amber eyes flare wide in alarm at his misstep. Fabric shoved unsteadily into one arm, his other comes out to try and steady both himself and whoever'd been unfortunate enough to be in his blind spot.
Which very well might end up with her in said arms, but that's probably better than on her ass in a puddle. Right?
Sylvain's looking rather sheepish as he blinks downward in surprise before that expression melts into one of sheepish apology. ]
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Which immediately prompts some careful juggling as amber eyes flare wide in alarm at his misstep. Fabric shoved unsteadily into one arm, his other comes out to try and steady both himself and whoever'd been unfortunate enough to be in his blind spot.
Which very well might end up with her in said arms, but that's probably better than on her ass in a puddle. Right?
Sylvain's looking rather sheepish as he blinks downward in surprise before that expression melts into one of sheepish apology. ]
Uhh.... That was my bad. Sorry, are you alright?