[Come to him? There's a sinking moment of uncertainty in his stomach, like a heavy stone.
Then movement is a blur below, gold eyes tracing it, following the man's path where he darts gracefully through the room — possessed of sudden strength and dexterity enough to use the pillar as a launching point, propelled into the air — and coming at Sunday fast. He has little time to brace himself for the collision, so he is surprised to find it doesn't hurt, solid arms forming a warm cradle around his body. Lighter will discover that his weight is negligible at first, seeming hollow-boned in the same avian way as the feathers beside his ears, but this is only the nature of the champagne he drank, and as they return to the earth he regains his own solidity.
And it is perhaps the most physical contact he's shared with a soul in the resort so far — Sunday has ducked his head down, wings blocking his face from view, hating the attention pointed in their direction. His voice is quiet, a little tight.]
Please put me down.
[Everyone is looking at Lighter like "that guy is definitely getting laid"... meanwhile, Sunday wants to die.]
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Then movement is a blur below, gold eyes tracing it, following the man's path where he darts gracefully through the room — possessed of sudden strength and dexterity enough to use the pillar as a launching point, propelled into the air — and coming at Sunday fast. He has little time to brace himself for the collision, so he is surprised to find it doesn't hurt, solid arms forming a warm cradle around his body. Lighter will discover that his weight is negligible at first, seeming hollow-boned in the same avian way as the feathers beside his ears, but this is only the nature of the champagne he drank, and as they return to the earth he regains his own solidity.
And it is perhaps the most physical contact he's shared with a soul in the resort so far — Sunday has ducked his head down, wings blocking his face from view, hating the attention pointed in their direction. His voice is quiet, a little tight.]
Please put me down.
[Everyone is looking at Lighter like "that guy is definitely getting laid"... meanwhile, Sunday wants to die.]