[He lets out a short "oh!" as she lets him go, and he almost topples backwards from the awkward drop before managing to get his balance. Oh, Ramir, he's not going to let you have all the fun. Keats doesn't really have a temper, but even he's not going to stand for someone just casually attempting to murder him.]

[He pushes up his glasses to where they belong, following Ramir (his cheeks are still red, which still gives him a somewhat embarrassed look).]

She didn't want to share her spot and she goes and pushes me over the damn roof! [He steps forward, fists clenching at his sides. His eyes almost seems brighter, more intense - they shine oddly in the low light.]

What's your deal, huh? Are you really such an idiot that you thought I could fly like a bird?