( good thing he doesn't have wriothesley's fat dumpy to crush kizuna with should he lose balance and go tumbling down like humpty dumpty off his high wall.
instead he just swings and pivots, mouth etching deeper into a frown on his face the more he's forced to focus on the sheer physicality of the act—before molding into a small O as one foot slips and the foam ladder wobbles. )
Connection? ( a pause as he huffs and reorients. he's never thought about it that way. ) You mean...physically?
( the other meaning lies just out of reach of his fingers. )
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instead he just swings and pivots, mouth etching deeper into a frown on his face the more he's forced to focus on the sheer physicality of the act—before molding into a small O as one foot slips and the foam ladder wobbles. )
Connection? ( a pause as he huffs and reorients. he's never thought about it that way. ) You mean...physically?
( the other meaning lies just out of reach of his fingers. )