More than I don't trust my ability to get around without drawing rather a lot of awkward inquiries that I'd just as soon not answer. And certain...routine endeavors...have been less than pleasant.
[He shrugs a little, effusively, in a way that only moves the upper half of his body.]
But could I run if I had to? Yes. I might well regret it after, but that would be a concern for after.
[...Ah. He really is rather a bit despondent about it all, isn't he. He half expects to see Ryn's ears droop back, Miqo'te style, when he glances up at him.]
Cheer up. At least you didn't drop it on my head.
[He sinks down a little lower still, which has the interesting side effect of slouching him even deeper into his hoodie, and consequently inadvertently making him look even cuter and more snuggly. Perish the thought.]
Besides, all things considered, you're as disadvantaged by this as I am.
[How DARE HE when movement is so difficult right now. Still, he makes a reasonable effort at going after it anyway, which because he's not really moving his legs much at the moment leaves him kind of sprawl-leaning up against Ryn as a result.
[Luckily, he's getting pretty good at being mobile from the waist up while leaving his legs reasonably still, so he shimmies his arms out of the hoodie and then pulls it up and over his head, turning his hair into a staticky rumpled mess in the process.
Crumpling up the fabric, he offers it out to Ryn.]
[he removes his own hoodie, which he is wearing a long-sleeved shirt under, in order to take the fat cat hoodie and put it on. his hair's a little rumpled, but he smooths a hand over it to try to nudge the tentacles back into place.
thancred's right-- it's only slightly oversized on ryn, but then every hoodie is a little extra baggy on ryn's body.]
[-oh. he didn't consider that angle-- his ears and cheeks tinge purple, there, as he huffs out a breath and pulls the hood up to help hide his face a bit.
it smells a little more like thancred that way, probably.
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[he finally takes a seat next to thancred, there, still looking him over a little worriedly.]
Has it been too painful to walk?
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[He shrugs a little, effusively, in a way that only moves the upper half of his body.]
But could I run if I had to? Yes. I might well regret it after, but that would be a concern for after.
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[as thancred can likely tell from the complete lack of rynlan being a little shit about his unfortunate situation, here.]
It didn't look serious, at least, it should start clearing up before long.
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Cheer up. At least you didn't drop it on my head.
[He sinks down a little lower still, which has the interesting side effect of slouching him even deeper into his hoodie, and consequently inadvertently making him look even cuter and more snuggly. Perish the thought.]
Besides, all things considered, you're as disadvantaged by this as I am.
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that last comment gets him to laugh softly, though, shaking his head.]
You do have a point there. Could always say your hands are still functional, but it'd hardly be fair.
[now excuse him while he reaches over to try to pull the hood of the hoodie up over his head. let him see. let him see it.]
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[What's he going to do, scoot away? Up his hood goes, goofy cat face and floppy ears and all.]
Oh, don't, it's ridiculous enough without — hold on, now, don't pull it down over my eyes!
[absolutely do this, the hoodie is so stupid]
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It's adorable, I don't know what you're talking about.
[there is the telltale click of a phone camera going off.]
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That had better not have just been what I think it was.
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[lol. lmao, even.]
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[A moot request, really, when he's making a grabbyhands lunge for it regardless.]
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[he's using his height to his advantage to hold it out of the way.]
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[How DARE HE when movement is so difficult right now. Still, he makes a reasonable effort at going after it anyway, which because he's not really moving his legs much at the moment leaves him kind of sprawl-leaning up against Ryn as a result.
Hello.]
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No, you'll delete it if I do.
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[Oh. But wait. He is snugged. Devastating.]
And you should let me. I deserve satisfaction.
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[hmm.]
What if we trade.
[he's a cat enjoyer he'd wear the hoodie?]
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[Hmmm.]
What trade did you have in mind?
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[While it is still warm and snug from his ambient body heat, and probably has a palatable amount of Boy Scent™ attached to it, also. Hmmmmm.]
You'd like me to have a picture of you, then?
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[he's so cute, excuse you.]
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[OH DEAR SOMEONE'S IN DANGER maybe]
Let me move enough to get out of it, here.
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[...well, he DOES owe him.]
Deal.
[he'll let go and step back, then.]
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Crumpling up the fabric, he offers it out to Ryn.]
Big as it is, it might well fit you exactly.
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[he removes his own hoodie, which he is wearing a long-sleeved shirt under, in order to take the fat cat hoodie and put it on. his hair's a little rumpled, but he smooths a hand over it to try to nudge the tentacles back into place.
thancred's right-- it's only slightly oversized on ryn, but then every hoodie is a little extra baggy on ryn's body.]
Well? What do you think.
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I like it.
[He looks him over slowly, up and down. Deliberate. Makes sure he can see him looking.]
You, in something of mine.
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it smells a little more like thancred that way, probably.
oh no.]
That wasn't why-!
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