( dante is sure this mysterious reptilian man is perfectly lovely, but... knowing that doesn't really entirely quell the trembles of fear and uncertainty that suddenly standing before such a tall and imposing individual can instill in someone!
but he has offered his help, and dante doesn't... think he's lying? it's going forward in this good faith that has allowed them to even get this far.
now, luchino does not need to tell dante to hold on tight. as they are lifted into the air, they are already clutching onto the man with the white-knuckled fervor of a drowning man. they have the bizarre and uncomfortable sensation of feeling sick to their stomach without even being a type of creature that eats, and they are actively thinking about saying, "you know what, actually, fuck this" and trying to get the stranger to put them back down on the ground when he he bends his knees, stores up strength in his powerful legs, and springs them both up into the air.
dante screams. there are no Sinners around to hear it, though, so it only really comes out audibly as a high-pitched whistling sound, though perhaps one made a little muffled by the sound of liquid sloshing.
they have a slight moment of weightlessness before they begin to plummet to the ground. that's actually the worst part of this. vertigo swims in dante's gut, sloshes in their overly-weighted head, and when they actually do hit the ground... luchino was right. a decent amount of liquid keeps plummeting even as their interlocking arms arrest dante's downward movement, causing the alcohol to leak out of the various holes and seams in the prosthetic.
horrible... absolutely horrible... it's probably the closest they can get to being physically sick.
and the worst part is that they know they're probably going to have to do this again, because this jump didn't get all of it out. )
[ frankly, if dante was able to forcibly expel whatever fluids that had been keeping them what luchino would assume is the 'normal' equivalent of congested, then... they wouldn't be in this predicament! also, it wouldn't be as fun? luchino assumes that whistling noise is not being made out of enjoyment, but a scholar that assumes is living a dangerous life, and luchino is currently living his best one. so!
once they land with a solid thump, the evil reptilian stretches by standing up as tall as he possibly can. normally with a hunch, it takes a little more effort to get his entire back straightened--- which also has the added benefit of making him a foot and several inches taller. the other one is that as he does so, he pulls dante closer into his chest, where the shirt is normally open and his prominent cleave is in full display.
(for someone to appreciate, probably) ]
I have a feeling you might not survive another one of those, and even less so if I held you with your head pointed towards the ground this next time.
[ a comment made in partial jest and partial curiosity. ]
But it seems you are lighter, if only by ounces. Perhaps there is a more elegant way to remove whatever is left inside of you without causing you any more stress.
[ he pores over those places where he can see drips and drops, the glistening of alcohol off of any light. ]
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but he has offered his help, and dante doesn't... think he's lying? it's going forward in this good faith that has allowed them to even get this far.
now, luchino does not need to tell dante to hold on tight. as they are lifted into the air, they are already clutching onto the man with the white-knuckled fervor of a drowning man. they have the bizarre and uncomfortable sensation of feeling sick to their stomach without even being a type of creature that eats, and they are actively thinking about saying, "you know what, actually, fuck this" and trying to get the stranger to put them back down on the ground when he he bends his knees, stores up strength in his powerful legs, and springs them both up into the air.
dante screams. there are no Sinners around to hear it, though, so it only really comes out audibly as a high-pitched whistling sound, though perhaps one made a little muffled by the sound of liquid sloshing.
they have a slight moment of weightlessness before they begin to plummet to the ground. that's actually the worst part of this. vertigo swims in dante's gut, sloshes in their overly-weighted head, and when they actually do hit the ground... luchino was right. a decent amount of liquid keeps plummeting even as their interlocking arms arrest dante's downward movement, causing the alcohol to leak out of the various holes and seams in the prosthetic.
horrible... absolutely horrible... it's probably the closest they can get to being physically sick.
and the worst part is that they know they're probably going to have to do this again, because this jump didn't get all of it out. )
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once they land with a solid thump, the evil reptilian stretches by standing up as tall as he possibly can. normally with a hunch, it takes a little more effort to get his entire back straightened--- which also has the added benefit of making him a foot and several inches taller. the other one is that as he does so, he pulls dante closer into his chest, where the shirt is normally open and his prominent cleave is in full display.
(for someone to appreciate, probably) ]
I have a feeling you might not survive another one of those, and even less so if I held you with your head pointed towards the ground this next time.
[ a comment made in partial jest and partial curiosity. ]
But it seems you are lighter, if only by ounces. Perhaps there is a more elegant way to remove whatever is left inside of you without causing you any more stress.
[ he pores over those places where he can see drips and drops, the glistening of alcohol off of any light. ]
... I could drink it out of you.