[ in that tiny moment when it seems like marcille might not stay, choso’s expression falls just so; his brows pinch together faintly, the corners of his mouth tugging so slightly downward with his lower lip jutting just a little further out to make a pout of his face. it’s not a lot, but it’s enough to be noticeable when his expression goes and brightens up again only a second later when she huffs and agrees to stay.
a big, bumbling dog indeed.
rather like said dog, the effort it takes him to be Still and Unmoving when her fingers find his head is so immense as to be physically palpable; it’s in the tap of his feet, shoes clunking together while his fingers flutter around his snack and drink; it’s in the way his muscles tense, holding the whole of him in tightly-controlled stillness as he feels the tiny bright umbrella in his pigtail get lifted free of its scruffy prison at last. ]
Yoru and I had some drinksh. Sheveral. Many. A number I cannot recall.
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a big, bumbling dog indeed.
rather like said dog, the effort it takes him to be Still and Unmoving when her fingers find his head is so immense as to be physically palpable; it’s in the tap of his feet, shoes clunking together while his fingers flutter around his snack and drink; it’s in the way his muscles tense, holding the whole of him in tightly-controlled stillness as he feels the tiny bright umbrella in his pigtail get lifted free of its scruffy prison at last. ]
Yoru and I had some drinksh. Sheveral. Many. A number I cannot recall.