[ 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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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. ]