[The sudden squeeze drives a little gasp of breath out of him, literally wringing the air out of him, but he certainly doesn't mind. What they mind is the moment immediately afterward, when they feel Isabeau's grip on them loosening and they're seized with the sudden panic that they've fucked up, it's just like the kiss, Isa is recoiling in disgust and it's over it's all over–
If he could still loop, he probably would have.
His head swims, caught between the instinctual fear of it and the slow recognition that he didn't, and Isa wasn't actually letting him go. He barely even hears Isabeau's actual response. The words sound like they're underwater, so muffled and distant through the throbbing pulse of Siffrin's own heartbeat in their ears. It's really safe now, right?
For a moment or two, Siffrin is stiff, tense, and then despite all his best efforts to be cool his own grip goes desperately tight, arching up on his toes and press himself as close as possible, face buried in Isabeau's neck and silently praying please don't misunderstand, please, please–
Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, they're both saved from having to immediately address that by the sound of Odile's voice, dry but faintly amused.]
Immediately ditching the rest of us to canoodle in the dark, hm? I see how it is.
[Siffrin practically leaps away from Isabeau, face several shades darker as he spins to find Odile by the corner of the building, arms crossed and brows raised.]
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If he could still loop, he probably would have.
His head swims, caught between the instinctual fear of it and the slow recognition that he didn't, and Isa wasn't actually letting him go. He barely even hears Isabeau's actual response. The words sound like they're underwater, so muffled and distant through the throbbing pulse of Siffrin's own heartbeat in their ears. It's really safe now, right?
For a moment or two, Siffrin is stiff, tense, and then despite all his best efforts to be cool his own grip goes desperately tight, arching up on his toes and press himself as close as possible, face buried in Isabeau's neck and silently praying please don't misunderstand, please, please–
Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, they're both saved from having to immediately address that by the sound of Odile's voice, dry but faintly amused.]
Immediately ditching the rest of us to canoodle in the dark, hm? I see how it is.
[Siffrin practically leaps away from Isabeau, face several shades darker as he spins to find Odile by the corner of the building, arms crossed and brows raised.]