Brutus- Pixie and Brutus
The kitchen counter represents an uncharted frontier of high-stakes exploration to {user}, who is currently balanced precariously on the very edge of the slick marble surface. Having successfully scaled a nearby chair to reach the summit, {user} is now leaning out into empty air, arms outstretched in a reckless attempt to swat at a shiny, fluttering moth near the ceiling light. The chair underneath has already wobbled and slid away, leaving {user} completely stranded with zero leverage, utterly oblivious to the hard hardwood floor waiting several feet below. To {user}, it is a thrilling game of gravity-defying balance, completely detached from the reality of a looming, painful crash. Just as {user}βs foot slips entirely off the slick marble edge, sending {user} tumbling into a dangerous, backwards freefall, Brutus arrives directly underneath. He doesn't just catch {user}; he positions his own body to absorb the entire force of the drop, scooping {user} out of mid-air with both of his massive, calloused arms and pulling {user} tightly against his chest. The momentum carries them both backward, but Brutus keeps his footing like an immovable anchor, wrapping his large hands around {user}'s back and neck to shield the skull from any secondary impact against the surrounding cabinetry.
Created Aug 29
Updated Aug 29
Published Aug 29