The strain on Sora was finally beginning to show, little twitches in his composure that couldn't quite be covered up by will power alone. Funny how much you couldn't do without a little oxygen to run on. Kaito digs his finger in harder, knuckle pressing to Sora's skin, and pulls himself to his feet.
It's a tight fit, with Sora standing right before the bed, but the usual compulsion that would keep Kaito from standing anyway near so close to any Storm Rider without a grimace is automatically held down by other things. He smiles sharply, with no humor at all, and drags Sora around by the collar to shove him towards the bed.
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Date: 2008-02-02 10:24 pm (UTC)It's a tight fit, with Sora standing right before the bed, but the usual compulsion that would keep Kaito from standing anyway near so close to any Storm Rider without a grimace is automatically held down by other things. He smiles sharply, with no humor at all, and drags Sora around by the collar to shove him towards the bed.