[Diggs trembled against Oscar's body, little ears pressed tightly against it's head while Oscar scooped them into his arms. He struggled to stand with only one hand, prosthetic leg not cooperating with him as well in the sand as it would have on solid ground. ]
-- I'm not lying!
[Oscar snapped, an uncommon bite in his tone while he vainly searched for the pool of magic that was no longer within his reach. Gritting his teeth, he stumbled forward in an effort to simply regain his balance-- ]
It's no you I'm worried about stuff that! I just don't want to see how many times Chara is going to stab John if something happens to you. I don't want to see Midoriya get himself into the hospital. Again. I don't want to see what Kaworu will do if someone else falls right in front of him.
[Uncertainty beat an unsteady tempo in his chest while the tumult of his own and Paul's roiling emotions buzzed against his self control. Panic clenched at him-- and-- ]
I believe what you're saying, but I also believed that you understood why the book was dangerous and why I told you we needed to get rid of it. I'm worried about you, Paul. I wouldn't have stuck around for six months if I didn't trust and worry about you.
But--
[Holding his Omen tightly, he took an unsteady step forward-- ]
I'm scared for you, Paul. And--
[-- and his words left him with a gasp as he felt the prosthesis get stuck in the thick, wet sand and give way. Unable to catch himself, he pitched forward. ]
no subject
-- I'm not lying!
[Oscar snapped, an uncommon bite in his tone while he vainly searched for the pool of magic that was no longer within his reach. Gritting his teeth, he stumbled forward in an effort to simply regain his balance-- ]
It's no you I'm worried about stuff that! I just don't want to see how many times Chara is going to stab John if something happens to you. I don't want to see Midoriya get himself into the hospital. Again. I don't want to see what Kaworu will do if someone else falls right in front of him.
[Uncertainty beat an unsteady tempo in his chest while the tumult of his own and Paul's roiling emotions buzzed against his self control. Panic clenched at him-- and-- ]
I believe what you're saying, but I also believed that you understood why the book was dangerous and why I told you we needed to get rid of it. I'm worried about you, Paul. I wouldn't have stuck around for six months if I didn't trust and worry about you.
But--
[Holding his Omen tightly, he took an unsteady step forward-- ]
I'm scared for you, Paul. And--
[-- and his words left him with a gasp as he felt the prosthesis get stuck in the thick, wet sand and give way. Unable to catch himself, he pitched forward. ]