Oh. [She snorts, then giggles.] Pfft—no, yeah, fair. I totally would. Bet you'd crumple like a soda can.
[... But she must either be lying or this moment must be an exception, because she shows no intention of dropping him. When passersby glance their way, she even shoots them a glare as if to say, The hell are you lookin' at? Keep walking.
Eventually, she'll manage to get Dark Heart to a den, then into the bed she remembers being unofficially his. There, she does drop him—gently.]
Okay. Easy—
[Or... at least she tries to be gentle about it. If his legs give out while she's trying to maneuver him into bed and he ends up just flopping gracelessly, unsupported, into it, she didn't mean it.]
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[... But she must either be lying or this moment must be an exception, because she shows no intention of dropping him. When passersby glance their way, she even shoots them a glare as if to say, The hell are you lookin' at? Keep walking.
Eventually, she'll manage to get Dark Heart to a den, then into the bed she remembers being unofficially his. There, she does drop him—gently.]
Okay. Easy—
[Or... at least she tries to be gentle about it. If his legs give out while she's trying to maneuver him into bed and he ends up just flopping gracelessly, unsupported, into it, she didn't mean it.]