You have a hand. My hand, specifically, along with two arms, two legs, and a capable back.
[And in they go to Thancred's favorite (by some definitions of favorite) little onsen side room, where he carefully settles Ryn down on the cushioned bed before hopping up with him, shifting them so that they're sitting back-to-chest, letting Ryn lie back against him as he likes while his legs spread into a casual V on either side of him.]
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[or you could HOLD FUCKING STILL, rynlan.
he's in no state to complain about being scooped, either, head pillowed on his shoulder.]
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[And in they go to Thancred's favorite (by some definitions of favorite) little onsen side room, where he carefully settles Ryn down on the cushioned bed before hopping up with him, shifting them so that they're sitting back-to-chest, letting Ryn lie back against him as he likes while his legs spread into a casual V on either side of him.]
Comfortable?
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[his ears flick, amusement in his tone as he settles in and makes himself comfortable.]
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[He drapes his arms over Ryn's shoulders, smoothing one hand down the plane of his chest.]
...Brat.
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[he eases into the attention, though he winces at his touch-- his front and back are pretty bruised, i may have forgotten this.]