[He makes a noise in response that is neither a yes or no.]
More of something, at least.
[Hugs aren't really his main go-to for affection; he disagrees that they're strictly necessary, as long as the feelings can be conveyed in other methods. Not that they aren't useful. He'd given one to her only minutes ago, when nothing else served the same purpose. When he woke up and sense returned to him, he hugged his father like he'd never let go. Sometimes they're useful. But if he abruptly changed his ways, those around him would know he's not okay.
He's not much better with words, most days, but... trying. Always, always trying. He'll grow into that, too.]
One... two... three-
[At the word, they push together; he braces his foot and leans into it with all his might. He may not look like much, but magic fuels his muscles to wield swords mightier than his small stature would allow, and he suspects she might be the same way, now that he knows certain secrets. Regardless of their nature the door creaks and screeches its way open, the base grinding across the floor as it swings. Halfway through its pivot the rusted hinges crumble into dust, and the whole thing pitches forward, catching on a pile of rubble on the other side and hanging at a lean. It's stuck that way now, but there's enough of a gap that they can climb in.
He gestures towards it with a small, teasing bow.]
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More of something, at least.
[Hugs aren't really his main go-to for affection; he disagrees that they're strictly necessary, as long as the feelings can be conveyed in other methods. Not that they aren't useful. He'd given one to her only minutes ago, when nothing else served the same purpose. When he woke up and sense returned to him, he hugged his father like he'd never let go. Sometimes they're useful. But if he abruptly changed his ways, those around him would know he's not okay.
He's not much better with words, most days, but... trying. Always, always trying. He'll grow into that, too.]
One... two... three-
[At the word, they push together; he braces his foot and leans into it with all his might. He may not look like much, but magic fuels his muscles to wield swords mightier than his small stature would allow, and he suspects she might be the same way, now that he knows certain secrets. Regardless of their nature the door creaks and screeches its way open, the base grinding across the floor as it swings. Halfway through its pivot the rusted hinges crumble into dust, and the whole thing pitches forward, catching on a pile of rubble on the other side and hanging at a lean. It's stuck that way now, but there's enough of a gap that they can climb in.
He gestures towards it with a small, teasing bow.]
Ladies first?