[As overpowered as D is written, he is still not prepared for some things to happen, and this would be one of them.
He starts to say,] There are so— [but only gets out that much before she tumbled forward right into his lap.
From the perspective of a very recent outsider, he’d look like a pervert. It doesn’t startle him so much as it bewilders him. He sits there, paused, for several long seconds. He doesn’t worry if she’s dead; he can heart the beating of her heart, the sound of her breathing.
But now it means she must be unconscious… or perhaps asleep. Hmm… Does she have a condition…?
He places his own snack on the bench beside him, and then he slips a hand over her chest right below the neck, allowing him to lift her up without jostling her around. His other hand settles on her upper back between the shoulder blades. Balance.]
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He starts to say,] There are so— [but only gets out that much before she tumbled forward right into his lap.
From the perspective of a very recent outsider, he’d look like a pervert. It doesn’t startle him so much as it bewilders him. He sits there, paused, for several long seconds. He doesn’t worry if she’s dead; he can heart the beating of her heart, the sound of her breathing.
But now it means she must be unconscious… or perhaps asleep. Hmm… Does she have a condition…?
He places his own snack on the bench beside him, and then he slips a hand over her chest right below the neck, allowing him to lift her up without jostling her around. His other hand settles on her upper back between the shoulder blades. Balance.]
Can you hear me?