[ Getting no response does absolutely nothing to reassure him. It's literally the opposite.
Mouth drawn down in conflicted worry, he bows his head for a moment over the other boy. ]
Pushing yourself so much... [ it's soft, no chide in it ] That's so reckless. [ No chide whatsoever, more quietly fond than anything, as he'd have done the same thing himself.
Even if he can't fully understand his powers and what he might need right now, other than rest, staying in the cold can't possibly do him any favors right now. So after a moment of drawing his lips into a thin, worried line his expression softens, eyes hooding thoughtfully. And he bends down, letting his invocation go and his cloak fade as reaches to take one of Shouto's arms and move it around his own neck, dipping his shoulder underneath him.
Timcanpy, dislodged, hovers in the air above them in watchful, silent concern. ]
Even if you'd probably say you're okay like this and I don't need to... [ He shifts, moving the semi-conscious boy's onto his back and centering his weight before he starts to get up to his feet, looping his arms underneath his legs. Carrying him on his back. ]
...the least I can do is this.
[ You're the one who's always offering to carry him, so this time let him be the one to carry you. And, if nothing else, he's warm and maybe that could help. Hey, he's even still feverish from the corruptive blast before. That should actually help, right? And he doesn't mind the cold.
The cold and snow always remind him of Mana anyway. The time when he was 'adopted', even if also the time when Mana died, and it's always held a special place in his heart. The reason why so much of his own Crown Clown reflects it. So this is fine. ]
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Mouth drawn down in conflicted worry, he bows his head for a moment over the other boy. ]
Pushing yourself so much... [ it's soft, no chide in it ] That's so reckless. [ No chide whatsoever, more quietly fond than anything, as he'd have done the same thing himself.
Even if he can't fully understand his powers and what he might need right now, other than rest, staying in the cold can't possibly do him any favors right now. So after a moment of drawing his lips into a thin, worried line his expression softens, eyes hooding thoughtfully. And he bends down, letting his invocation go and his cloak fade as reaches to take one of Shouto's arms and move it around his own neck, dipping his shoulder underneath him.
Timcanpy, dislodged, hovers in the air above them in watchful, silent concern. ]
Even if you'd probably say you're okay like this and I don't need to... [ He shifts, moving the semi-conscious boy's onto his back and centering his weight before he starts to get up to his feet, looping his arms underneath his legs. Carrying him on his back. ]
...the least I can do is this.
[ You're the one who's always offering to carry him, so this time let him be the one to carry you. And, if nothing else, he's warm and maybe that could help. Hey, he's even still feverish from the corruptive blast before. That should actually help, right? And he doesn't mind the cold.
The cold and snow always remind him of Mana anyway. The time when he was 'adopted', even if also the time when Mana died, and it's always held a special place in his heart. The reason why so much of his own Crown Clown reflects it. So this is fine. ]