[ with half a laugh, done with shaking out her shirt, resuming being settled comfortably on the couch. she stays in shape, mostly to keep herself sane. but she doesn't get much of a chance to really fly, anymore. though scaling up and down the fire escape and dropping ten feet to scare her neighbors might count.
at any rate, as she folds her legs back underneath herself: ]
Flying is fairly easy; it's landing that's hard.
[ she had been avid in gymnastics, and acrobatics. performance. her parents had given her every opportunity that they could to hone her skills. and truthfully, she always wanted to be in the olympics, the odd thought pops into the back of her head. something she hadn't thought about in years. captivated by little girls like her flipping through the air on the ancient television set in her parents' room.
the thought causes an odd tug in her chest, and she offers kaz a warm smile. ]
[ As someone who landed very, very wrong. Like before, he doesn't sound cranky or sore about it though. More like mildly amused. It's not worth crying over, not when he's near a decade on in dealing with it. This is just who he is now.
Just like apparently gymnastics are a part of who she is. He's going to be blinking away the sight of her doing a handstand in a knotted shirt for at least the next week. Because really, they barely know each other and it's—well, it's uncomfortable, even acknowledging it for himself.
His phone buzzes sharply in his pocket and he glances at the screen, realizing what time it was. ]
I should get out of your hair. [ Phone shoved back into his pocket, he gently prods Lizabeta, who cracks her eyes drowsily enough to be coerced onto his fingers. Kaz holds her out to Inej, giving her a small bounce so she doesn't fall straight back to sleep again. ]
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[ with half a laugh, done with shaking out her shirt, resuming being settled comfortably on the couch. she stays in shape, mostly to keep herself sane. but she doesn't get much of a chance to really fly, anymore. though scaling up and down the fire escape and dropping ten feet to scare her neighbors might count.
at any rate, as she folds her legs back underneath herself: ]
Flying is fairly easy; it's landing that's hard.
[ she had been avid in gymnastics, and acrobatics. performance. her parents had given her every opportunity that they could to hone her skills. and truthfully, she always wanted to be in the olympics, the odd thought pops into the back of her head. something she hadn't thought about in years. captivated by little girls like her flipping through the air on the ancient television set in her parents' room.
the thought causes an odd tug in her chest, and she offers kaz a warm smile. ]
But thank you.
[ modestly enough. ]
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[ As someone who landed very, very wrong. Like before, he doesn't sound cranky or sore about it though. More like mildly amused. It's not worth crying over, not when he's near a decade on in dealing with it. This is just who he is now.
Just like apparently gymnastics are a part of who she is. He's going to be blinking away the sight of her doing a handstand in a knotted shirt for at least the next week. Because really, they barely know each other and it's—well, it's uncomfortable, even acknowledging it for himself.
His phone buzzes sharply in his pocket and he glances at the screen, realizing what time it was. ]
I should get out of your hair. [ Phone shoved back into his pocket, he gently prods Lizabeta, who cracks her eyes drowsily enough to be coerced onto his fingers. Kaz holds her out to Inej, giving her a small bounce so she doesn't fall straight back to sleep again. ]