It'd still give me a better view of what's around at least.
[Ever the optimist. She's confident in her ability to find a decent landing spot even then. Only her angle of sight impedes her way forward. She doesn't mind being shorter, it helps a lot of the time, but on occasion... well, it's not always useful.]
Even better than before, yeah. [Meaning before arriving here. Her sense have always been top notch, so the whole monster ordeal only improves them further. She won't argue with that bonus. On some level, it makes her feel more secure, being able to do more than she was already capable of.
His movement's meaning doesn't register right away as she watches him, blinking and puzzled. Fie almost opens her mouth to ask what he's doing when he tells her to lead them. Slowly, it dawns on her, and so does a very familiar, shit eating grin. Oh, Shinjiro. You poor sap.]
Wow, you are going to carry me, aren't you? That's so chivalrous. Be still my heart.
[And she's already climbing on before he can change his mind, hands gripping his shoulders and legs on either side for him to hold. This sort of thing isn't exactly new to her, but it's been some time. And while she does joke, her heart might be beating just a little bit faster. Best to ignore that.]
Okay, I'm good. [Which is true. She's not heavy by any means, so there shouldn't be a problem if he's confident in offering in the first place.]
[Of course that nice peace between them couldn't last. He had mostly expected this sort of response, but had half hoped she wouldn't give him shit for it, if only because it makes his own cheeks heat up as he rolls his eyes.]
Hey, shut up. [It's only a quarter-hearted growl at best, and he doesn't resist as she hikes herself up into piggy-back-position, his own forearms curling underneath her knees to help secure her in place.] You were just gonna keep walking through there, and then I'd have to drag you out and wake up Elliot to fix you up....
[But his griping is only that, and once she's in place, he shifts back upright, adjusting his weight forward to make up for her perching on his back.]
Just watch your head under doors, alright? [And with that he takes a few steps forward into the more disastrous living area, going immediately for where she had been carefully hopping her way to before. He can pick out the larger objects in his way: some piece of discarded furniture, a larger pile of drywall and plaster-- but anything more minute, he isn't able to pick out through the grayscale of the blackness.
Maybe one day he'd think to check if the backlight of his watch would help. But that day is not today.]
True, but I know you're kind when you want to be. It's nice.
[If he voiced his hopes, Fie'd bet this was somehow worse than her giving him shit. Shit can be returned easily, an actual compliment might be more difficult, as it requires a level of openness and sincerity. She's fine with that most of the time, but it's obvious how difficult it still is for him. Given the options, this is probably preferable. Oh, well. He gets both.
Once he's standing again she shifts to get a little steadier. Overall, it's not bad-- she's almost comfortable this way. Shinjiro's back is larger and more solid than one might guess from looking at him with the coat on. Fie's seen him without it of course, but it's still different, being against it like she is. Her hands grip his shoulders just a little tighter. She feels small like this, but not in a bad way.]
Roger. [She has no plans to smack her head on anything, so the warning is taken to heart. It'd be embarrassing, too, even for her.] Watch your left. There's some splintered wood there. Something sharp looking a couple steps ahead of it, too.
[It's not a long hallway, and she easily guides him through the mess to avoid the hazards of long neglected garbage. They enter the living room. Glancing around, Fie does spot a fireplace, but the brick is shattered in places and falling in on itself. Definitely not gonna work for what they want.]
There's an okay looking couch at least. We can sit or try upstairs first. Your call.
[She's exactly right: compliments are still something he can't quite gracefully handle. She can probably feel the flicker of tension in his shoulders from it, as though an unconscious withdrawal from her saying something kind about him, especially right in his ear. His head ducks slightly, even thought she likely can't see his face from her place at his back and shoulders- but he doesn't have a verbal response.
Which is likely a step up. He could have denied it, or told her to shut up again. Even if it's not an acceptance, a lack of refusal is a step in the right direction.
He makes sure to avoid the large pitfall above them, as well as the hazards she'd indicated. Even with his hardened hooves, he's sure he doesn't want to end up with a huge splinter underneath the nail bed or something.
He doesn't immediately rush to the couch. Instead sticks close to the outer wall, shoving the curtains aside as he passes them to let a little more moonlight filter in through filthy windowpanes, giving just the slightest bit more light to work with. At least it shows he's not in a hurry to dump her off his back.]
Dunno if I'd trust upstairs, seeing as part've it's already caved in.
[Then again, so much of the rest of the structure was perfectly intact... so maybe there was more of a story behind the husk of someone's house. Much like there likely was throughout most of the haven, all the houses having been so quickly vacated before the mirrorbound even appeared.]
Couch is fine. Being out of the wind helps enough. [He finally moves towards the couch there, and then stops and just... lets go of Fie's knees. He trusts she won't drop until she's ready and prepared, and that the loss of support won't mean much for her.]
Unless you're needing to find a blanket or something.
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[Ever the optimist. She's confident in her ability to find a decent landing spot even then. Only her angle of sight impedes her way forward. She doesn't mind being shorter, it helps a lot of the time, but on occasion... well, it's not always useful.]
Even better than before, yeah. [Meaning before arriving here. Her sense have always been top notch, so the whole monster ordeal only improves them further. She won't argue with that bonus. On some level, it makes her feel more secure, being able to do more than she was already capable of.
His movement's meaning doesn't register right away as she watches him, blinking and puzzled. Fie almost opens her mouth to ask what he's doing when he tells her to lead them. Slowly, it dawns on her, and so does a very familiar, shit eating grin. Oh, Shinjiro. You poor sap.]
Wow, you are going to carry me, aren't you? That's so chivalrous. Be still my heart.
[And she's already climbing on before he can change his mind, hands gripping his shoulders and legs on either side for him to hold. This sort of thing isn't exactly new to her, but it's been some time. And while she does joke, her heart might be beating just a little bit faster. Best to ignore that.]
Okay, I'm good. [Which is true. She's not heavy by any means, so there shouldn't be a problem if he's confident in offering in the first place.]
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Hey, shut up. [It's only a quarter-hearted growl at best, and he doesn't resist as she hikes herself up into piggy-back-position, his own forearms curling underneath her knees to help secure her in place.] You were just gonna keep walking through there, and then I'd have to drag you out and wake up Elliot to fix you up....
[But his griping is only that, and once she's in place, he shifts back upright, adjusting his weight forward to make up for her perching on his back.]
Just watch your head under doors, alright? [And with that he takes a few steps forward into the more disastrous living area, going immediately for where she had been carefully hopping her way to before. He can pick out the larger objects in his way: some piece of discarded furniture, a larger pile of drywall and plaster-- but anything more minute, he isn't able to pick out through the grayscale of the blackness.
Maybe one day he'd think to check if the backlight of his watch would help. But that day is not today.]
Alright, which way?
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[If he voiced his hopes, Fie'd bet this was somehow worse than her giving him shit. Shit can be returned easily, an actual compliment might be more difficult, as it requires a level of openness and sincerity. She's fine with that most of the time, but it's obvious how difficult it still is for him. Given the options, this is probably preferable. Oh, well. He gets both.
Once he's standing again she shifts to get a little steadier. Overall, it's not bad-- she's almost comfortable this way. Shinjiro's back is larger and more solid than one might guess from looking at him with the coat on. Fie's seen him without it of course, but it's still different, being against it like she is. Her hands grip his shoulders just a little tighter. She feels small like this, but not in a bad way.]
Roger. [She has no plans to smack her head on anything, so the warning is taken to heart. It'd be embarrassing, too, even for her.] Watch your left. There's some splintered wood there. Something sharp looking a couple steps ahead of it, too.
[It's not a long hallway, and she easily guides him through the mess to avoid the hazards of long neglected garbage. They enter the living room. Glancing around, Fie does spot a fireplace, but the brick is shattered in places and falling in on itself. Definitely not gonna work for what they want.]
There's an okay looking couch at least. We can sit or try upstairs first. Your call.
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Which is likely a step up. He could have denied it, or told her to shut up again. Even if it's not an acceptance, a lack of refusal is a step in the right direction.
He makes sure to avoid the large pitfall above them, as well as the hazards she'd indicated. Even with his hardened hooves, he's sure he doesn't want to end up with a huge splinter underneath the nail bed or something.
He doesn't immediately rush to the couch. Instead sticks close to the outer wall, shoving the curtains aside as he passes them to let a little more moonlight filter in through filthy windowpanes, giving just the slightest bit more light to work with. At least it shows he's not in a hurry to dump her off his back.]
Dunno if I'd trust upstairs, seeing as part've it's already caved in.
[Then again, so much of the rest of the structure was perfectly intact... so maybe there was more of a story behind the husk of someone's house. Much like there likely was throughout most of the haven, all the houses having been so quickly vacated before the mirrorbound even appeared.]
Couch is fine. Being out of the wind helps enough. [He finally moves towards the couch there, and then stops and just... lets go of Fie's knees. He trusts she won't drop until she's ready and prepared, and that the loss of support won't mean much for her.]
Unless you're needing to find a blanket or something.