WHO: Okada Izou and "friends". WHAT: Catch-all for TDM/event prompts. WHERE: Various sites around Kyoto. WHEN: Most of May. WARNINGS: Animal gore, BDSM talk???. Will update as necessary.
[ She'd do the thing where she's touchy-feely and apologetic with her gestures, but his hand on her back has taught her that is a Bad Idea right now, so March just kind of makes those gestures closer to her chest and not with her hands fluttering on his face. The guilt is palpable, but she stays where she is now, letting him grasp her shoulder. If it helps with his balance, so much the better. If it doesn't, she'll rise slowly anyway to continue to be support. ]
... Okay. [ It's said a little meekly. Not that she would have wanted things to... ... well, who-knew-what in public, but she still feels at least a little bad for slamming her head into his chin with absolutely no warning whatsoever. ]
( the shoulder is well enough of a support, and eventually they're righted and ready to go.
only izou releases his grip, willing to be unstable on his feet for a moment as he timidly extends a hand behind him, expectant. seemingly waiting for something.
before march or anyone else can slip their hand into his, though, he glances over a stiff shoulder, clearly trying to concentrate on what he's about to say with how tense he is. )
You... said yer hard to lose, but I. I don't, wanna chance it.
[ It takes a few seconds--because honestly, March is so used to him either catching her by the wrist or sticking his hand out for hers for her own sake, and even though that's slowly been changing to the point where he can (drunkenly) talk about how he likes her hands, it still catches her by surprise when he offers it and waits.
But by the time he gets to "chance", her hand is already reaching out, clasping his firmly. Her smile's just as warm, for all that she'll continue to feel at least a tad guilty for chin assault. ]
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[ She'd do the thing where she's touchy-feely and apologetic with her gestures, but his hand on her back has taught her that is a Bad Idea right now, so March just kind of makes those gestures closer to her chest and not with her hands fluttering on his face. The guilt is palpable, but she stays where she is now, letting him grasp her shoulder. If it helps with his balance, so much the better. If it doesn't, she'll rise slowly anyway to continue to be support. ]
... Okay. [ It's said a little meekly. Not that she would have wanted things to... ... well, who-knew-what in public, but she still feels at least a little bad for slamming her head into his chin with absolutely no warning whatsoever. ]
We're not that far from it, anyway.
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( the shoulder is well enough of a support, and eventually they're righted and ready to go.
only izou releases his grip, willing to be unstable on his feet for a moment as he timidly extends a hand behind him, expectant. seemingly waiting for something.
before march or anyone else can slip their hand into his, though, he glances over a stiff shoulder, clearly trying to concentrate on what he's about to say with how tense he is. )
You... said yer hard to lose, but I. I don't, wanna chance it.
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But by the time he gets to "chance", her hand is already reaching out, clasping his firmly. Her smile's just as warm, for all that she'll continue to feel at least a tad guilty for chin assault. ]
No risk now, then. Just don't let go.
[ And she won't, either. ]