Why're you calling me stupid like I fell assbackward into this?
[Because he didn't tell anyone otherwise, probably.
Despite the mild irritation in his voice, he allows Connor to take his hand and lets himself briefly enjoy it until he remembers he's also being carried around like a sack of potatoes. Not even a sack of potatoes. A sack of feathers.
This is, probably, the gayest he's ever looked.
The connection between himself and Connor does feel good and he feels it move through him from his palm and his fingertips. The little ruby on his cheekbone flickers and his body sends some pangs to remind him that he's manna starved and not safe yet. It stops him from ignoring what Connor literally just told him.
He's a little uncomfortable with the positioning between himself and he shifts, unconsciously seeking out what's more likely to generate manna. It's totally not because he just wants a hug deep down in his soul and now he might die so he might as well. He slips his free arm over Bro's shoulder, letting his arm dangle behind him. His legs also hook lightly around him but only because they're both tall and he'd rather not drag his feet on the ground.
Now that he's settled, it's more comfortable but that's a danger in itself. He rests his head on the crook of his shoulder facing away from them, monitoring their surroundings as they pass just to make sure he isn't leading them into a trap. He's idly listening to the conversation but if he's hoping it will engage him enough to stay awake. No such luck.
He amuses himself with the fact that he looks like he's reverse Yoda-ing Bro, which is great because he also feels like a useless puppet right now. He chuckles lowly to himself, laughing at something nobody else is privy to. He speaks under his breath in what he thinks is a voice so quiet it is inaudible. It's definitely audible.]
Yesss. Run. Yesss a jedi's strength flows from the force. Consume you it will. Nothing more will I teach you today.
[That is absolutely the worst Yoda impression anyone has ever head.]
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[Because he didn't tell anyone otherwise, probably.
Despite the mild irritation in his voice, he allows Connor to take his hand and lets himself briefly enjoy it until he remembers he's also being carried around like a sack of potatoes. Not even a sack of potatoes. A sack of feathers.
This is, probably, the gayest he's ever looked.
The connection between himself and Connor does feel good and he feels it move through him from his palm and his fingertips. The little ruby on his cheekbone flickers and his body sends some pangs to remind him that he's manna starved and not safe yet. It stops him from ignoring what Connor literally just told him.
He's a little uncomfortable with the positioning between himself and he shifts, unconsciously seeking out what's more likely to generate manna. It's totally not because he just wants a hug deep down in his soul and now he might die so he might as well. He slips his free arm over Bro's shoulder, letting his arm dangle behind him. His legs also hook lightly around him but only because they're both tall and he'd rather not drag his feet on the ground.
Now that he's settled, it's more comfortable but that's a danger in itself. He rests his head on the crook of his shoulder facing away from them, monitoring their surroundings as they pass just to make sure he isn't leading them into a trap. He's idly listening to the conversation but if he's hoping it will engage him enough to stay awake. No such luck.
He amuses himself with the fact that he looks like he's reverse Yoda-ing Bro, which is great because he also feels like a useless puppet right now. He chuckles lowly to himself, laughing at something nobody else is privy to. He speaks under his breath in what he thinks is a voice so quiet it is inaudible. It's definitely audible.]
Yesss. Run. Yesss a jedi's strength flows from the force. Consume you it will. Nothing more will I teach you today.
[That is absolutely the worst Yoda impression anyone has ever head.]