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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[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.