( Then she's more than happy to provide. They're all crammed in with little enough space to themselves, but it's cold and damp and he's proving quite warm the longer her arm stays alongside his. It's nice. No matter how her worries compound, in the face of someone who may need a calm presence, she can clamp it right back down where it won't budge or swell.
Also, save Shiro, oh my god. LET THE BOY BREATHE...
Don't give away her secret; it's with a wiggle of the nose and only a light bewitchment. (And an unfortunate amount of experience. The real secret ingredient.)
She knows she has his attention and she tries to hold onto it now that his breathing has evened back out and some of that tension leaves him, jaw unclenching and eyes no longer darting to and fro— and when she offers him the metal, he's taking it readily. )
Just a bit— ah! Right there, that's perfect. Thank you. ( Where did the bobby pin come from? Have you seen her hair? It's carefully contained poise of fine blonde, threatening to turn to loose waves at a moment's notice. She needed the help to keep a clean nape with pale bobby pins keeping it up toward her hair tie, glittering gold. There was a purpose for it, before, with her suit; here, not so much. She takes the metal piece back and slender fingers get back to work, trying not to bite her lip in concentration as she occasionally glances up to check for guards.
It means she catches sight of that smile, which has her own reflecting it, warmer than ever. Good. There went that panic attack, booted right through the bars. ) Right, searching for the anomaly that matched their previous readings, with the stars going dark. How we're to do that in here, though...
Are you a pilot, Shiro? You must have been quite the scourge, if you've been prisoner so many times.
( Spoken with a tone that says she absolutely believes it to be the case. (She doesn't.)
...Oh! A promising click, felt through to her fingertips. Her eyes widen and she's very carefully fussing with the bobby pin, gently, gently turning, and...! Clink. The latch releases, and the thick band of iron creaks open with an impossibly noisy rustle of chains. She quickly brings her knees together to catch it and stop it, attention darting up toward the gate. Was it audible...?
it's too late the cops are already on their way AND I KNOW... CLUTCHES CHEST
Also, save Shiro, oh my god. LET THE BOY BREATHE...Don't give away her secret; it's with a wiggle of the nose and only a light bewitchment. (And an unfortunate amount of experience. The real secret ingredient.)
She knows she has his attention and she tries to hold onto it now that his breathing has evened back out and some of that tension leaves him, jaw unclenching and eyes no longer darting to and fro— and when she offers him the metal, he's taking it readily. )
Just a bit— ah! Right there, that's perfect. Thank you. ( Where did the bobby pin come from? Have you seen her hair? It's carefully contained poise of fine blonde, threatening to turn to loose waves at a moment's notice. She needed the help to keep a clean nape with pale bobby pins keeping it up toward her hair tie, glittering gold. There was a purpose for it, before, with her suit; here, not so much. She takes the metal piece back and slender fingers get back to work, trying not to bite her lip in concentration as she occasionally glances up to check for guards.
It means she catches sight of that smile, which has her own reflecting it, warmer than ever. Good. There went that panic attack, booted right through the bars. ) Right, searching for the anomaly that matched their previous readings, with the stars going dark. How we're to do that in here, though...
Are you a pilot, Shiro? You must have been quite the scourge, if you've been prisoner so many times.
( Spoken with a tone that says she absolutely believes it to be the case. (She doesn't.)
...Oh! A promising click, felt through to her fingertips. Her eyes widen and she's very carefully fussing with the bobby pin, gently, gently turning, and...! Clink. The latch releases, and the thick band of iron creaks open with an impossibly noisy rustle of chains. She quickly brings her knees together to catch it and stop it, attention darting up toward the gate. Was it audible...?
The whole cell went quiet. )