[ Lottie habitually runs away from all her problems, so it feels cathartic in a way to be told to do the same right now. By herself. This is so surreal that she can barely conceal the strange twinge of excitement in her gut at the idea.
Alright. She inhales through her nostrils, a fresh wave of that disgusting smell of blood and rain settles through her. Run far, and run fast.
She shifts her weight from side to side, as if they both have the time for her to feel out just how much weight his legs can carry (a lot, she thinks, because she's so light and bulky at the same time that it's, kind of cool?). She gives a quick sweep over her body, and determines the position that'll cause the least amount of chaffing is: ]
Stop scratching, and wrap your arms around my neck.
[ She sweeps him up far easier than she expects -- she actually gasps at how light her body is, how quickly he's flung up into her embrace. Or is it because he's that strong? She doesn't mull over that long once he's nestled in her arms, carried like a blushing bride. She's adjusting her grip real time, finding the best place to grip onto so he won't be jostled as she books it. ]
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Alright. She inhales through her nostrils, a fresh wave of that disgusting smell of blood and rain settles through her. Run far, and run fast.
She shifts her weight from side to side, as if they both have the time for her to feel out just how much weight his legs can carry (a lot, she thinks, because she's so light and bulky at the same time that it's, kind of cool?). She gives a quick sweep over her body, and determines the position that'll cause the least amount of chaffing is: ]
Stop scratching, and wrap your arms around my neck.
[ She sweeps him up far easier than she expects -- she actually gasps at how light her body is, how quickly he's flung up into her embrace. Or is it because he's that strong? She doesn't mull over that long once he's nestled in her arms, carried like a blushing bride. She's adjusting her grip real time, finding the best place to grip onto so he won't be jostled as she books it. ]
Good? Is this good?