[ It's the little things, though: her name, the clumsy (which is how he chooses to interpret it) reassurance. As timid and self-defeating as Atsushi can be, the moment someone gives him enough space to try something for their benefit, he's there, and then some— chin up and expression steadier, he nods and braces himself to match Minatsuki's actions.
And, really... it's cool, what she just said. That people have a choice. It's the sort of thing that he can fight for, so why not?
She says "two", and a beat later, he matches Minatsuki's rhythm to follow with a: ] ...Three!
[ And down goes his claws, as fast and hard as he can. Usually? It's enough to make small craters in walls, but...
...it doesn't look like Cerealia wants to make anything easy for him, because he only manages to stretch the fabric down almost to his waist before it bounces back up.
more like one of the actors from CATS: the musical...
And, really... it's cool, what she just said. That people have a choice. It's the sort of thing that he can fight for, so why not?
She says "two", and a beat later, he matches Minatsuki's rhythm to follow with a: ] ...Three!
[ And down goes his claws, as fast and hard as he can. Usually? It's enough to make small craters in walls, but...
...it doesn't look like Cerealia wants to make anything easy for him, because he only manages to stretch the fabric down almost to his waist before it bounces back up.
Thanks, Cerealia. ]