[ 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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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. ]