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[ Ah, here is a reaction that is a bit less fun than gnawing frustration when Aventurine is purposefully annoying. Though he can no longer claim the title Bronze Melodia, it seems Sunday still has a knack for exerting the same dense, chilling pressure he did when he was in charge. It also seems that Aventurine is still primed to hate being in the presence of that stillness. Fear unfurls in his chest, jolts down his spine and out to his fingertips.
Aside from standing a bit straighter, flattening his back against the closed door, he refuses to show it. Consecration can't possibly still be a threat, right? ]
Hold on.
[ Sunday does need a moment. They both do.
So Aventurine pulls out his phone and busies himself starting the remote check out process. Room emptied, access returned, shuttle called for. With luck, it'll be there waiting when they get topside. A bit of administrative work, a bit of planning ahead, sets his head back on straight. ]
Alright! Stay close.
[ Now, finally, he turns, and tosses a lazy glance back as he opens the door. His grin goes crooked, and he squirrels up a bit more control for himself, saying the first and most fearlessly obnoxious thing he can think to say: ]
We can even hold hands if you want, so we don't get separated if we have to make a break for it.
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Aside from standing a bit straighter, flattening his back against the closed door, he refuses to show it. Consecration can't possibly still be a threat, right? ]
Hold on.
[ Sunday does need a moment. They both do.
So Aventurine pulls out his phone and busies himself starting the remote check out process. Room emptied, access returned, shuttle called for. With luck, it'll be there waiting when they get topside. A bit of administrative work, a bit of planning ahead, sets his head back on straight. ]
Alright! Stay close.
[ Now, finally, he turns, and tosses a lazy glance back as he opens the door. His grin goes crooked, and he squirrels up a bit more control for himself, saying the first and most fearlessly obnoxious thing he can think to say: ]
We can even hold hands if you want, so we don't get separated if we have to make a break for it.