[guess he shouldn't be sitting cross-legged - let him fix that. then fidget again because tail, then...wait, how quickly? like drop? or controlled?
eh. Grey can yell at him if he does it wrong, he figures.]
Gahh... [it doesn't hit until his head tilts back further than the rest of him - the dangling, the belated sense of air rushing through ears in the wrong place. he squeezes his eyes shut.]
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[guess he shouldn't be sitting cross-legged - let him fix that. then fidget again because tail, then...wait, how quickly? like drop? or controlled?
eh. Grey can yell at him if he does it wrong, he figures.]
Gahh... [it doesn't hit until his head tilts back further than the rest of him - the dangling, the belated sense of air rushing through ears in the wrong place. he squeezes his eyes shut.]