( for all of his concern, the jagged edges of her new extensions dart right past him, leaving only the sound of the displaced air in their wake. it's only if he turns around that he'll find that they — flat, dully metallic extensions that are sharp as blades on the edges if he looks — begin to cross paths with one another, surrounding him to block his path forward as well. all the while, maple has her hands clasped neatly in front of her, waiting for him to allow her to secure their mutual safety. )
Please stand still. You'll only get hurt if you try to struggle.
( her voice is calm as can be as she steps forward, genuine concern reflected in her eyes as she peers at him. she can't exactly dull the blades that have been installed in her, so it's best not to apply force, lest she hurt him more than is strictly necessary. though... her gaze does flicker to the spear, but she's not too afraid at the moment. he might be armed and feisty, but hiyori was right — she'll remain safe so long as there's distance between the two of them.
all he's really managed to do is justify the assumptions that led to this situation, and with every passing second, the blades will wrap closer around him. )
[ he has no reason to believe a word the other is saying to him right now. hell, he's not even sure how she got in his dorm room, and he mind turns between something like maybe midori got offed already (as his roommates tend to do) and this is a new, equally horrible one.
christ, he can't think of anyone who hasn't been a pain in his ass that's stepped foot in here. dito idly wishes it could just be him and him alone, because that's when he was having a good time.
-- which is a lie. he's never having a good time unless he's actively indulging in something grotesque. so even when his room was disgusting, it wasn't enough in the end.
but it's still better than whatever the hell this is. his eyebrows knit together as he hesitantly takes a half step back from whatever the blades are coming out from this girl's back. it's something he'd laugh about normally. a cute girl like that with an unsightly, monstrous attachment to her.
he does scoff about it to himself, even as he's not exactly thrilled about said blades getting closer to him. ]
This how you greet everyone, lady?
[ aside from his step back, there's no further moment aside from his eyes darting back and forth as if looking for a way out of this. ]
( for any step dito takes back, maple is happy to take one forward, keeping the distance even as it should be while the appendages coil around his body like snakes. she's careful to ensure that they're angled so that it's the flat of the blades that wrap around dito, in hopes that if he's nice and calm, there shouldn't be any major cuts through his clothing. there's enough pressure in how they hold him that it might be uncomfortable, but she doesn't cause him undue pain yet. )
Oh, no, but this is what Hiyori said would be the safest way.
( and if he doesn't struggle too much, then she's happy to take this opportunity to lift him up a little, separating his feet from the ground. with her hands clasped together in front of her, she doesn't seem to be too discouraged by his... admittedly kind of rude response. it's fine. even she understands that this is a little bit less than an ideal way to meet someone, so she's willing to be patient with him. )
Still, I hope we can become friends. ( she's smiling lightly now, to go along with the words. ) My name is Maple.
[ he's so very far from calm. there's no way he can be in this kind of situation, and yet he isn't dimwitted enough to move too much while this is happening -- although he certainly considers it. he's impulsive, but the only blood that he'd get out of this would be his own.
he's had plenty of that sort of indulgence lately.
he sighs heavily through his nose, clearly not pleased but not moving anymore as well, except to bring his spear in close to his chest, holding it with both hands as its leveled straight and toward the ground. normally a position he only takes when he's relaxing, shoving it into the ground, and lacking something to kill. this is the first time he's done so defensively.
predominantly, he's trying to stay still here so he doesn't get shredded. not that he can't recover from that, but it's so much of a hassle and he'd have to replace his clothes again and everything.
his pupils dilate when she mentions hiyori, though. fuck.
so not only is that guy refraining to kick the bucket, but he's bringing around weird people that know him. he'd audibly groan in irritation if he weren't too busy sucking in a breath as maple is suddenly lifting him off the ground with her weird attachments. dito freezes entirely in place as this happens, only gripping onto his spear tighter as he exhales loudly. he's grimacing. ]
( her gaze slowly lowers from his eyes... down... to the sharp blade of the spear. it lingers there for a moment, as if she's wondering if she really needs to say it for him to get the idea. does she? does she? one of her cheeks puffs up, clearly discontent, and she'll look back to meet dito's eyes. )
It would be no good if I got hurt, don't you think?
( maybe he'll have better luck if he lets that thing go. )
[ it's dito's first thought, bluntly spoken aloud as he notices the girl puffing her cheek like that. what is she, 12?
all the more reason for dito not to piss her off any further, he supposes.
she's got a point too, considering dito really does wonder if skewering her right through the center might result in the blade arms curling up and out of his way -- something like a dead spider's legs. it's an interesting thought, but he ultimately decides he's not particularly in the mood to lose a limb today, since he's something at a disadvantage.
with a sigh, he his grip on his spear turns lax, and he'll let it drop to the floor noisily. ]
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Please stand still. You'll only get hurt if you try to struggle.
( her voice is calm as can be as she steps forward, genuine concern reflected in her eyes as she peers at him. she can't exactly dull the blades that have been installed in her, so it's best not to apply force, lest she hurt him more than is strictly necessary. though... her gaze does flicker to the spear, but she's not too afraid at the moment. he might be armed and feisty, but hiyori was right — she'll remain safe so long as there's distance between the two of them.
all he's really managed to do is justify the assumptions that led to this situation, and with every passing second, the blades will wrap closer around him. )
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christ, he can't think of anyone who hasn't been a pain in his ass that's stepped foot in here. dito idly wishes it could just be him and him alone, because that's when he was having a good time.
-- which is a lie. he's never having a good time unless he's actively indulging in something grotesque. so even when his room was disgusting, it wasn't enough in the end.
but it's still better than whatever the hell this is. his eyebrows knit together as he hesitantly takes a half step back from whatever the blades are coming out from this girl's back. it's something he'd laugh about normally. a cute girl like that with an unsightly, monstrous attachment to her.
he does scoff about it to himself, even as he's not exactly thrilled about said blades getting closer to him. ]
This how you greet everyone, lady?
[ aside from his step back, there's no further moment aside from his eyes darting back and forth as if looking for a way out of this. ]
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Oh, no, but this is what Hiyori said would be the safest way.
( and if he doesn't struggle too much, then she's happy to take this opportunity to lift him up a little, separating his feet from the ground. with her hands clasped together in front of her, she doesn't seem to be too discouraged by his... admittedly kind of rude response. it's fine. even she understands that this is a little bit less than an ideal way to meet someone, so she's willing to be patient with him. )
Still, I hope we can become friends. ( she's smiling lightly now, to go along with the words. ) My name is Maple.
( an olive branch—just for him! )
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he's had plenty of that sort of indulgence lately.
he sighs heavily through his nose, clearly not pleased but not moving anymore as well, except to bring his spear in close to his chest, holding it with both hands as its leveled straight and toward the ground. normally a position he only takes when he's relaxing, shoving it into the ground, and lacking something to kill. this is the first time he's done so defensively.
predominantly, he's trying to stay still here so he doesn't get shredded. not that he can't recover from that, but it's so much of a hassle and he'd have to replace his clothes again and everything.
his pupils dilate when she mentions hiyori, though. fuck.
so not only is that guy refraining to kick the bucket, but he's bringing around weird people that know him. he'd audibly groan in irritation if he weren't too busy sucking in a breath as maple is suddenly lifting him off the ground with her weird attachments. dito freezes entirely in place as this happens, only gripping onto his spear tighter as he exhales loudly. he's grimacing. ]
... Okay, yeah, whatever. Put me down, thanks!
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I can, but...
( her gaze slowly lowers from his eyes... down... to the sharp blade of the spear. it lingers there for a moment, as if she's wondering if she really needs to say it for him to get the idea. does she? does she? one of her cheeks puffs up, clearly discontent, and she'll look back to meet dito's eyes. )
It would be no good if I got hurt, don't you think?
( maybe he'll have better luck if he lets that thing go. )
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[ it's dito's first thought, bluntly spoken aloud as he notices the girl puffing her cheek like that. what is she, 12?
all the more reason for dito not to piss her off any further, he supposes.
she's got a point too, considering dito really does wonder if skewering her right through the center might result in the blade arms curling up and out of his way -- something like a dead spider's legs. it's an interesting thought, but he ultimately decides he's not particularly in the mood to lose a limb today, since he's something at a disadvantage.
with a sigh, he his grip on his spear turns lax, and he'll let it drop to the floor noisily. ]
There. We good now?