[he can't force Grey into the light, he reminds himself. why would he if it's not inviting? that's...what Manabu has to do. make the light inviting.
or something. it's a sort-of metaphor, and Manabu's not good at sort-of metaphors.]
Can, uh...I need a hand. With the tail. [something he needs to learn to do by himself, certainly. but right now?
right now, he...doesn't even bother trying, instead slumping against the nearest wall behind him while Grey comes to help, unable to stand the divide that circumstances want to put up, even though he's right there.
his expression pinches with discontent, with yearning, biting at his lip.]
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on 2025-01-20 04:00 pm (UTC)or something. it's a sort-of metaphor, and Manabu's not good at sort-of metaphors.]
Can, uh...I need a hand. With the tail. [something he needs to learn to do by himself, certainly. but right now?
right now, he...doesn't even bother trying, instead slumping against the nearest wall behind him while Grey comes to help, unable to stand the divide that circumstances want to put up, even though he's right there.
his expression pinches with discontent, with yearning, biting at his lip.]