[He hesitates, a breath's worth of hesitation as Gepard handles. But he takes that hand. Gepard breathes out, slow and steady, as he tries to stand. He succeeds, a retort about being a special boy on his lips, but then his legs wobble like he's a baby fawn and he's not all that steady on his feet after all.
As he's swept into a bridal carry, a noise escapes Gepard's lips. A choked-out gasp that's quickly smothered as Gepard hooks his arms around Figaro's neck and immediately buries his face into the crook of his shoulder. Figaro can probably see the embarrassed flush across his ears. Probably. Hard hiding that shade of pink-red. But, Figaro can't see his embarrassed face, and that's good enough, isn't it?
Isn't it?]
Do you normally like carrying around people, or is this just another way I'm special?
[Gepard says it as dryly as he can, which is to say...not very, but an effort's very clearly being made.]
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Date: 2024-04-18 02:54 am (UTC)As he's swept into a bridal carry, a noise escapes Gepard's lips. A choked-out gasp that's quickly smothered as Gepard hooks his arms around Figaro's neck and immediately buries his face into the crook of his shoulder. Figaro can probably see the embarrassed flush across his ears. Probably. Hard hiding that shade of pink-red. But, Figaro can't see his embarrassed face, and that's good enough, isn't it?
Isn't it?]
Do you normally like carrying around people, or is this just another way I'm special?
[Gepard says it as dryly as he can, which is to say...not very, but an effort's very clearly being made.]