( the shout escapes before he can stop himself, a deep cut of alarm blistering through his voice; sero crumples, collapses forward, narrowly missing the edge of the chair--a part of him thinks, too late, to dart out a bolt of ice to keep the path down to the ground smooth and without head injury, but sero's already on the ground before he can even try to arrange things for a more comfortable arrival. his own legs kick out behind him, crouching; the chair beside him drags in the dirt with his movement, and the table rattles, and the hand clutching at sero's squeezes once, twice, an annoyed flash of heat into his palm.
he won't burn him. he has that much control--but that amount of heat should have at least roused some sort of painful complaint. with his eyes narrowed, lips parted, he flashes another little spark of heat between their hands.
nothing. he could probably light sero up and he wouldn't wake up. but then that means-- )
Sero. ( stubbornly, another shake, but he's getting ahead of himself; carefully, he detangles their fingers, reaching to pull sero's legs out and tug the other boy more fully onto his back. arms arranged so that he isn't laying on them, feet apart: frowning, he stays kneeling, one of his own arms braced onto his thigh as he looks down at him.
unfortunately, first things first: he uses his other hand, the cold hand, to gently slap sero across the face. )
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( the shout escapes before he can stop himself, a deep cut of alarm blistering through his voice; sero crumples, collapses forward, narrowly missing the edge of the chair--a part of him thinks, too late, to dart out a bolt of ice to keep the path down to the ground smooth and without head injury, but sero's already on the ground before he can even try to arrange things for a more comfortable arrival. his own legs kick out behind him, crouching; the chair beside him drags in the dirt with his movement, and the table rattles, and the hand clutching at sero's squeezes once, twice, an annoyed flash of heat into his palm.
he won't burn him. he has that much control--but that amount of heat should have at least roused some sort of painful complaint. with his eyes narrowed, lips parted, he flashes another little spark of heat between their hands.
nothing. he could probably light sero up and he wouldn't wake up. but then that means-- )
Sero. ( stubbornly, another shake, but he's getting ahead of himself; carefully, he detangles their fingers, reaching to pull sero's legs out and tug the other boy more fully onto his back. arms arranged so that he isn't laying on them, feet apart: frowning, he stays kneeling, one of his own arms braced onto his thigh as he looks down at him.
unfortunately, first things first: he uses his other hand, the cold hand, to gently slap sero across the face. )
Sero. Sero?