[ Kisa's clearly still ill at ease, shifting slightly every so often to stay out of the path of chattering shades, flinching when she can't entirely avoid them all and they traipse right on through her.
This may be why she was absolutely prepared to fork a photograph over and book it back home. ]
Not so far. No one except children trying to get close.
[Without any kind of apparent judgment, he watches her interactions when the shades of people pass by them and through them. Slowly, he stands back up, waits a second or two so he's sure there's no other disappearing acts.]
Reducing time spent outside in town could lessen effects. Are you going home?
... Yeah. [ and she says it softly, a little shamefaced-- because she really only comes to realize how timid she is when she's with Damian, who fearlessly throws himself at pretty much everything. Her exact opposite. ]
They... come into the house sometimes, but not as much.
[He's unsure if he should find irony in the fact a man and a son claim the Flavo cottage at the edge of the forest with the animals. It's kind of a sick joke, but maybe more of a reminder for the boy who chose to forget.]
Where's the woman? I'll stay with you until she gets back. [Like hell he's going to hang around when Sierra is there. He already knows they'll butt heads, and he doesn't want to get into a fight with her in front of Kisa.] What kind of family resides in your house?
Her name is Sierra. And she's out. [ mildly reproving, because she has absolutely no idea why Damian dislikes her so much. She's never bitten her (just come close). She's always been kind and supportive.
Baffling!! ]
... It's an older couple. A man and a woman... but sometimes there are kids and another couple that come in. [ They seem happy, and that's great, but it still makes the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. ]
[All Kisa gets is a grunt at the correction. An older woman and man isn't so bad. A bit crowded when--what? a child and grandchildren? come to visit. Logically, he can understand why it unnerves Kisa.
Realistically, he's a very different apple from a very different tree, and the only thing which bothers him about "ghosts" are the fact they sometimes can't be punched or kicked.
Without answer, he tucks the notebook and the framed picture of Alfred under his arm and moves by her for maybe a yard before stopping to glance back.] What? Come on.
If I hadn't planned to stay, I wouldn't have wasted my time saying I would. [Which is about the only thing she'll get in terms of "yeah, I'll stay."] Girls are always scaredy-cats anyway... [Please smash him in the back of his stupid head with a snowball.]
[ Damian is very lucky that Kisa is the Sohma who absolutely will not do that, even though she returns his glance with a slight, mulish frown. Something like a pout, maybe. But she still moves to follow him. ]
That's not true, I just--!
[ Well. That quiet protest is ending in a yelp as her feet suddenly leave the ground-- and despite her best efforts to return to said ground, it only makes her float a little higher. ]
[One day, he'll teach Kisa to throw those kinds of snowballs. And other devious, petty things. Push a few of his backbones into hers.]
You just wh--
[The mischievous smirk on his face is gone almost instantly. Surprisingly, he abandons both notebook and frame again, this time of his own accord. They whomp into a pile of snow, thankfully, and he makes a mad dash across the distance between them.] Kisa! [He jumps, but all he can catch is one of her hands in both of his own.
There's nothing to anchor himself to either; all he can do is drop his hips and his weight and try to keep the two of them ground.] Hold... on...!
[ This poor picture frame. Alfred Pennyworth deserves better than spending so much bonding time with the snow.
And Kisa would feel bad about that, and will likely feel bad about it later, but for now, she's a little more focused on not floating away. Which involves a death-grip on Damian's hand while she fumbles to catch hold of his arm with her free hand. ]
I'm trying...!
[ She's got about as much control as a kite, unfortunately. At least she's not floating any higher, but she's having a hard time getting back to the actual ground. ]
[This damn town. He hates it ninety percent of the time. Always pulling stunts like this; worse, ice palaces, talking furniture, talking birds, an island of sirens. Give them a break!] Just--keep holding on! Don't let go. [Luckily, he doesn't seem to be lifting himself.
There isn't any gravitational force behind her rising, only a kind of floating, and if he can at least hold onto her, they should be okay. If not--well, no one ever said he didn't have the stupid bat grapple hidden away on himself.]
[The second Kisa's floating stops and slack returns, he says, simply,] Damn. [And then she comes crashing down on top of him. He yelps quietly at suddenness of it, trying to both keep her from getting hurt and the two of them from becoming a tangle of limbs.
She wouldn't necessarily be heavier than she is now as a tiger, but tiger changing is just not what they need right now.] Nng.
Are you--alright?
[This'll be embarrassing maybe in a minute. Give it time.]
[ It's... pretty awkward. Kisa's got one hand planted in the snow, the other still clutching at Damian's, having twisted herself just enough so they form more of an X than her dramatically on top of him in a terrible shoujo pose.
It's still terrible, and she's very winded, which is why he gets a very thin noise of acknowledgment rather than an actual worded reply. Technically, they're not embracing. Does this make this any less awkward?
[For a moment or two, he half sits, half lies there, crushed, and then he attempts to get up enough to try to get her up.] Here. No--this way. [He thankfully doesn't seem fearful of touching her at least; he takes her by the arm and tries to keep her balanced while guiding her off him and to a sit or a crouch beside.
When she's finally there, he sits up and hunches over and an exasperatedly ragged sigh.]
I'm fine. [It doesn't, for once, sound like a dismissal of her concern. He's tired, but generally okay other than being annoyed at the town.] Come on. We need to go inside before real trouble arises out here.
[Pushing himself into a stand, he extends an offering hand and arm down to her.]
It may not even matter. All of us might turn into ghosts just from existing in the town.
[This time, he keeps a hold of her hand. If he phases out and drops it, so be it, but if he doesn’t hold it, she could ascend into the sky and disappear. He’ll take the lesser of two evils really.
Plus, it means he can drag her back to her own house in an effort to make sure she gets there at all.]
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[ Kisa's clearly still ill at ease, shifting slightly every so often to stay out of the path of chattering shades, flinching when she can't entirely avoid them all and they traipse right on through her.
This may be why she was absolutely prepared to fork a photograph over and book it back home. ]
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[Without any kind of apparent judgment, he watches her interactions when the shades of people pass by them and through them. Slowly, he stands back up, waits a second or two so he's sure there's no other disappearing acts.]
Reducing time spent outside in town could lessen effects. Are you going home?
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They... come into the house sometimes, but not as much.
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[He's unsure if he should find irony in the fact a man and a son claim the Flavo cottage at the edge of the forest with the animals. It's kind of a sick joke, but maybe more of a reminder for the boy who chose to forget.]
Where's the woman? I'll stay with you until she gets back. [Like hell he's going to hang around when Sierra is there. He already knows they'll butt heads, and he doesn't want to get into a fight with her in front of Kisa.] What kind of family resides in your house?
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Baffling!! ]
... It's an older couple. A man and a woman... but sometimes there are kids and another couple that come in. [ They seem happy, and that's great, but it still makes the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. ]
Are you sure... you want to stay with me?
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Realistically, he's a very different apple from a very different tree, and the only thing which bothers him about "ghosts" are the fact they sometimes can't be punched or kicked.
Without answer, he tucks the notebook and the framed picture of Alfred under his arm and moves by her for maybe a yard before stopping to glance back.] What? Come on.
If I hadn't planned to stay, I wouldn't have wasted my time saying I would. [Which is about the only thing she'll get in terms of "yeah, I'll stay."] Girls are always scaredy-cats anyway... [Please smash him in the back of his stupid head with a snowball.]
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That's not true, I just--!
[ Well. That quiet protest is ending in a yelp as her feet suddenly leave the ground-- and despite her best efforts to return to said ground, it only makes her float a little higher. ]
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You just wh--
[The mischievous smirk on his face is gone almost instantly. Surprisingly, he abandons both notebook and frame again, this time of his own accord. They whomp into a pile of snow, thankfully, and he makes a mad dash across the distance between them.] Kisa! [He jumps, but all he can catch is one of her hands in both of his own.
There's nothing to anchor himself to either; all he can do is drop his hips and his weight and try to keep the two of them ground.] Hold... on...!
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And Kisa would feel bad about that, and will likely feel bad about it later, but for now, she's a little more focused on not floating away. Which involves a death-grip on Damian's hand while she fumbles to catch hold of his arm with her free hand. ]
I'm trying...!
[ She's got about as much control as a kite, unfortunately. At least she's not floating any higher, but she's having a hard time getting back to the actual ground. ]
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[This damn town. He hates it ninety percent of the time. Always pulling stunts like this; worse, ice palaces, talking furniture, talking birds, an island of sirens. Give them a break!] Just--keep holding on! Don't let go. [Luckily, he doesn't seem to be lifting himself.
There isn't any gravitational force behind her rising, only a kind of floating, and if he can at least hold onto her, they should be okay. If not--well, no one ever said he didn't have the stupid bat grapple hidden away on himself.]
Pray we're not--stuck here--like this--for hours.
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[ Well, the good news is that her body decides it's time to land.
The bad news is that her body decides it's time to land abruptly, so she's dropping the remaining feet like a stone. ]
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She wouldn't necessarily be heavier than she is now as a tiger, but tiger changing is just not what they need right now.] Nng.
Are you--alright?
[This'll be embarrassing maybe in a minute. Give it time.]
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It's still terrible, and she's very winded, which is why he gets a very thin noise of acknowledgment rather than an actual worded reply. Technically, they're not embracing. Does this make this any less awkward?
Nope. ]
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When she's finally there, he sits up and hunches over and an exasperatedly ragged sigh.]
I'm growing tired of the town's games.
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[ Even if it's the town at fault, she had. Kind of just. Landed on top of Damian. But she sits there, hands balled on top of her thighs. ]
Are you okay...?
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[Pushing himself into a stand, he extends an offering hand and arm down to her.]
It may not even matter. All of us might turn into ghosts just from existing in the town.
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[ But sure, she'll slip her hand into his so she can scramble to her feet without wobbling. ]
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[This time, he keeps a hold of her hand. If he phases out and drops it, so be it, but if he doesn’t hold it, she could ascend into the sky and disappear. He’ll take the lesser of two evils really.
Plus, it means he can drag her back to her own house in an effort to make sure she gets there at all.]
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[ But okay, home they go. ]