Ankyra Sound Fuck a silver lining

His seat was comfortable. Was this what a throne felt like? Ephraim would grow up to no such aspirations, but to be able to sit on a comfy-ass seat while someone else did the work... ah, that was the life. Even as young as he was he showed a propensity for doing nothing, or at least nothing productive. He was content to sit on his sister for the rest of the day.

But Raleska was a fighter, if small, and her sluggish movements were still enough to disrupt his precarious position. He wobbled unsteadily as he attempted to rise into a proper sit. Coupled with the hiccups, the rolling under his bum was too much and he toppled face-first to the floor with a startled yelp, inadvertently kicking all of his feet out as he hit the ground and probably, maybe, catching Raleska somewhere around her jaw.