[ at mention of drink, something in choso sort of balls up, like a little fist, and it tastes a little like chagrin just like how it also tastes a little like shame. ]
I have? I can shtop, if you dohn’ like it.
[ he’s earnest, for someone whose face remains smushed, a flicker of fretfulness in his half-lidded eyes as he considers it. is it worrisome? does he make marcille worry when he’s soused? does he make yuji?
thankfully, they hit the right floor before the worry can erupt outward some more.
marcille is as strong as she needs to be: at the slightest tug from her, choso peels himself off the cool glass like a gummy hand, blinking in the sudden light change between smushed-against-reflection and oh-it’s-my-floor as he begins to coordinate his legs through the long motion of walking. it takes some doing, as he must adjust, must shorten his strides for her littler legs, must slow his wheeling pace to match her more sedate gait. ]
Ish jus’ down tha’ hall. Forgive me, Marshle, you are tryingh sho hard.
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I have? I can shtop, if you dohn’ like it.
[ he’s earnest, for someone whose face remains smushed, a flicker of fretfulness in his half-lidded eyes as he considers it. is it worrisome? does he make marcille worry when he’s soused? does he make yuji?
thankfully, they hit the right floor before the worry can erupt outward some more.
marcille is as strong as she needs to be: at the slightest tug from her, choso peels himself off the cool glass like a gummy hand, blinking in the sudden light change between smushed-against-reflection and oh-it’s-my-floor as he begins to coordinate his legs through the long motion of walking. it takes some doing, as he must adjust, must shorten his strides for her littler legs, must slow his wheeling pace to match her more sedate gait. ]
Ish jus’ down tha’ hall. Forgive me, Marshle, you are tryingh sho hard.