[ Lying on his lil back when she peers over because apparently only cats land on all fours. ]
[ He waves his claws, before standing back up, giving himself a shake. He's okay. Crouching low, butt in the air he wiggles a couple of times, making as though to stalk her playfully, before jumping back up toward her on the quadski with a chirp. ]
[ she relaxes, relieved that heās not hurt, but definitely still a little wary of the quad. ]
[ when he leaps back into it after shaking his tush playfully she wonders if he wants her to do something similar. taking a few steps back she slides her front claws forward and lifts her butt in the air, giving it a slow and awkward wiggle. the tentacles also shake about as she ājumpsā forward a few inches. ]
[ itās more like a teeny tiny hop, but she doesnāt want to go overboard, because she could send him tumbling off the quad again. ]
[He glances down at King's fingers laced with his and then back over to D.Va. It's obviously taking the majority of his processing power to compute all of this]
[ no response to that. she'll just relax, her tentacles all going slack at some point and dropping into their laps as she shuts her eyes and pretends to sleep. ]
[ just going to spend time trying to clear her head, fail spectacularly, and then think about what she can blow up to let off steam... ]
Intensity shifts so that King doesn't have to crane his neck too much to reach his shoulder, rubbing circles into the back of his hand with his thumb. And he also gently rests a hand on D.Va's tail which is curled around him.
(But look, my friends. He is the king of insomnia. This pretending to sleep is not fooling anyone)]
[ if intensity's the king, then king's the queen and she's the princess. clearly no one's going to be getting any sleep here tonight. ]
[ the sound of the fireplace, real or not, and the fact that the both of them a here, sitting so closely, is definitely helping. this is nice. it's really really really nice. it's just a shame she can't enjoy it to its fullest, because she can't shake the bad feelings filling her head. ]
[ this... it changes everything... if she can't find the triggers, then she could hurt the people she loves and do nothing to prevent it. ]
[ she canāt help but let out a halfhearted laugh. ] Am I really that easy to read right now?
And excuse you, I was totally only imagining the second worst possible scenario.
[ shrugs. ] Yeah, but thatās... [ childās play. she doesnāt want to get anybody any kind of actual hurt. ] Iāll figure something out. You know me~ [ is that a good thing? a bad thing? who knows! ]
[ she doesn't move! so he'll be able to land on her head, though as soon as he does so, she'll make a grunt sound. oof. she makes some incomprehensible noises as she backs it up, probably dragging him along with her. ]
[ how about... tag! she sits up all of a sudden, which should knock him off, and then he gets a boop, before she takes off running! ]
[ AH-- He takes off running after her but WHOA longer legs...!!!! So he's fast in a sprint but does seem to slow down quickly. ]
[ And then stops because he has to catch his breath. Running around wears him down and he doesn't tend to feel that great on nights when this happens. ]
[ she stops running to look back and then realizes that he's winded... AND OH NO THAT'S NOT GOOD. she hurries back over to nose him gently, checking to see if he's alright, because he's a real fragile little thing, isn't he? ]
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