( 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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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?