( — them. the retort is cut off by the sudden loss of connection with the ground, and kirma’s ears fly up in clear shock at being lifted. it’s a bit silly, perhaps. the move had hardly come out of nowhere, but there is a difference between expectation and action, a gap that he hadn’t quite bridged.
surprise aside, he does remember the instructions and doesn’t go limp. it’s possible that he’s overcorrecting a little too far in the opposite direction, though. his body tenses, and as rin progresses in the foldening, it only gets worse, shoulders unconsciously rising from coiling muscle. he isn’t trying to fight against it, and thus it doesn’t amount to much resistance at all. it’s just a clear measure of discomfort, of some kind or another. )
I think, I get the idea?
( which kind it is might be a little more obvious now, with the unintentional lift in his voice that so perfectly mirrors the position they’re in. flustered, he can no longer make eye contact with her smile; one hand comes up to cover his mouth, as if that helps any. it’s… probably a little late to hope this doesn’t awaken anything in him, huh. )
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( — them. the retort is cut off by the sudden loss of connection with the ground, and kirma’s ears fly up in clear shock at being lifted. it’s a bit silly, perhaps. the move had hardly come out of nowhere, but there is a difference between expectation and action, a gap that he hadn’t quite bridged.
surprise aside, he does remember the instructions and doesn’t go limp. it’s possible that he’s overcorrecting a little too far in the opposite direction, though. his body tenses, and as rin progresses in the foldening, it only gets worse, shoulders unconsciously rising from coiling muscle. he isn’t trying to fight against it, and thus it doesn’t amount to much resistance at all. it’s just a clear measure of discomfort, of some kind or another. )
I think, I get the idea?
( which kind it is might be a little more obvious now, with the unintentional lift in his voice that so perfectly mirrors the position they’re in. flustered, he can no longer make eye contact with her smile; one hand comes up to cover his mouth, as if that helps any. it’s… probably a little late to hope this doesn’t awaken anything in him, huh. )
You can— you can put me down. ( pwease )