( a more nerved hand through his hair, irritable and embarrassed. he understands the instruction and figures it worth a shot, even if lance is the one who suggested it, settling his free hand on the console and closing his eyes. he breathes, listening to the red lion breathing -- feeling him breathe more or less, life rumbled underneath his fingertips. shortly after his eyes scare open and he draws his hand back, crossing his arms over his chest, pouting like a very grumpy cat. )
I can't do that. ( directed towards the lion, obviously. he'd just ignoring lance at this point, keeping his eyes elsewhere. ) It's ... wrong.
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( a more nerved hand through his hair, irritable and embarrassed. he understands the instruction and figures it worth a shot, even if lance is the one who suggested it, settling his free hand on the console and closing his eyes. he breathes, listening to the red lion breathing -- feeling him breathe more or less, life rumbled underneath his fingertips. shortly after his eyes scare open and he draws his hand back, crossing his arms over his chest, pouting like a very grumpy cat. )
I can't do that. ( directed towards the lion, obviously. he'd just ignoring lance at this point, keeping his eyes elsewhere. ) It's ... wrong.