[It hits him a half-second too late. It specifically hits him as he's scooped into the warm arms of Belobog's Strangest Mugger. Gepard's curling towards that warmth like he's a kitten being held, a soft sound escaping his lips because he's in that strange place where he's just tired enough he wants a nap, but a little too awake to actually sleep. That sort of space. And the world's spinning, a little, but being held? Surprisingly, astonishingly nice, and he should fight and be a Silvermane Captain.
But he doesn't, in part because this is the part in which he realizes that the guy called him cute. Gepard blushes, a light flush, and hopes the dim lighting keeps the guy from seeing that, or, barring that, he assumes it's a blush of shame at being held.
...okay. It's fine. Focus on the alarming part.]
You can't. [His hand gropes for the guy's face. It's a bit of a struggle, but he manages to cup his astonishingly (now that Gepard's paying attention) bony cheek, all things considered, and then forcibly turns it towards him. Someone passing by would assume they're having a...uh, moment, but Gepard's not thinking about that. He's thinking about the fact that he's being taken to the hospital and also-
Shouldn't he be encouraging the guy to take him to the hospital? Wouldn't that just mean he has to say, "Ignore the position, this is the thief and criminal, get him, guards." And then enough Silvermane Guards can jump him that the problem will solve itself. (It would not, but let him pretend. He doesn't know the whole story.)
But no. No. Gepard skims the guy's face, and tries to pull himself closer. People passing by would turn and walk away from the scene, and any implications are going whoosh over Gepard's head. He studies his eyes, nose, lips, eyes again.]
How many have you killed? [It comes out as more of a challenge than intended, but he's also woozy, just got bitten, and a lot has just happened in the last few minutes, modulating his voice is the last thing Gepard has in mind. He's trying to decide on something.]
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But he doesn't, in part because this is the part in which he realizes that the guy called him cute. Gepard blushes, a light flush, and hopes the dim lighting keeps the guy from seeing that, or, barring that, he assumes it's a blush of shame at being held.
...okay. It's fine. Focus on the alarming part.]
You can't. [His hand gropes for the guy's face. It's a bit of a struggle, but he manages to cup his astonishingly (now that Gepard's paying attention) bony cheek, all things considered, and then forcibly turns it towards him. Someone passing by would assume they're having a...uh, moment, but Gepard's not thinking about that. He's thinking about the fact that he's being taken to the hospital and also-
Shouldn't he be encouraging the guy to take him to the hospital? Wouldn't that just mean he has to say, "Ignore the position, this is the thief and criminal, get him, guards." And then enough Silvermane Guards can jump him that the problem will solve itself. (It would not, but let him pretend. He doesn't know the whole story.)
But no. No. Gepard skims the guy's face, and tries to pull himself closer. People passing by would turn and walk away from the scene, and any implications are going whoosh over Gepard's head. He studies his eyes, nose, lips, eyes again.]
How many have you killed? [It comes out as more of a challenge than intended, but he's also woozy, just got bitten, and a lot has just happened in the last few minutes, modulating his voice is the last thing Gepard has in mind. He's trying to decide on something.]