( it's said with a scoff, as though that's a paltry offer--but he's interrupted by the staff again, where this time, a red tie is tentatively held towards him, and despite his better judgment, despite knowing how to keep a tight leash on his temper, he immediately offers a stiff shake of his head and a flare of his irritated gaze. )
No red. ( it's said between his teeth to the poor guy, who immediately bows in apology. ) Don't come back with red again.
( it's too much like him--his jaw locks for a moment, fingers flexing in at his sides, but rather than lash out, he simply lifts his arms, folding them in loose against his chest as the staff disappears again in search of something else.
well, it would be easy enough. the girl probably weighs less than the little lunatic back home, and he's hauled around taller people, heavier people here; with his quirk there to end any hope of pursuit, they could get into the party and disappear somewhere into the crowd. )
...I pick you up, we run, you hang on and don't get in my way. ( he says it quietly, conversationally, as the staff hold up another dress towards her, and then seem to think better of it, skittering away again like it's not quite right. his arms drop, casual--but one of his hands stretches out, a half-damaged open palm towards her. ) C'mere.
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( it's said with a scoff, as though that's a paltry offer--but he's interrupted by the staff again, where this time, a red tie is tentatively held towards him, and despite his better judgment, despite knowing how to keep a tight leash on his temper, he immediately offers a stiff shake of his head and a flare of his irritated gaze. )
No red. ( it's said between his teeth to the poor guy, who immediately bows in apology. ) Don't come back with red again.
( it's too much like him--his jaw locks for a moment, fingers flexing in at his sides, but rather than lash out, he simply lifts his arms, folding them in loose against his chest as the staff disappears again in search of something else.
well, it would be easy enough. the girl probably weighs less than the little lunatic back home, and he's hauled around taller people, heavier people here; with his quirk there to end any hope of pursuit, they could get into the party and disappear somewhere into the crowd. )
...I pick you up, we run, you hang on and don't get in my way. ( he says it quietly, conversationally, as the staff hold up another dress towards her, and then seem to think better of it, skittering away again like it's not quite right. his arms drop, casual--but one of his hands stretches out, a half-damaged open palm towards her. ) C'mere.