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Alfons let out a startled yelp and flailed around helplessly, struggling to get off of the thin woman, sitting down on the bed beside her, his hair and clothes mussed up in the process. “Conrad!”
Popping out of the sheets like a gopher, both her hands came up to push at the man’s face, attempting to try and confuse him with the random shoves. “Nein!”
“Ach! Stop pushing at mein face!” he squeaked with a laugh, unable to help himself as he thought about this ridiculous situation. “Conrad, you are more troublesome as a fraulein zhan a man!”
“Zon’t make her bite you— She vill!” She chirped, her hands still trying to subdue the man, with it’s random tugs, pulls, shoves and pushes. Her feet cam to join the action as well, kicking lightly— Never did she aim to hurt, just to pester.
“ACH!” Alfons let out a cry of surprise as he was kicked in the chest and he fell off of the bed, banging his head on the ground, making him see stars briefly as he whimpered, his feet still on the bed as he lay there, his glasses knocked off of his face and resting beside his face.
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