week three | dates

[marriagebroker]

Here we go again.

You all better kiss.

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cries forever...

[anathemaw]

[ nonstop calculations with this Rom fella, huh... ]

Wandering about in labyrinths is no hobby of mine, [ he answers dryly. ][ Thy guidance I will trust.

[ although his suggestion does give Messmer some pause. Is it cheating, or is it just being resourceful...? The defeated snake perks up a little bit again, now staring at Rom once again. Being around Messmer means you get stared at by pythons a lot. ]

Then shall I make a scout of thee?

[phenomerom]

Mm?

[ He'd started trotting ahead, grazing his right hand along the wall of corn stalks, to peer around the closest intersection, but Rom looks back and up when he hears that last part. ]

... certainly, if you'd be game for it! [ Haha. He definitely hadn't expected Messmer to abide by his prodding in any way. Though Rom feels the need to make a clarification as he yo-yo's a few steps back Messmer's way once more. ] Ah, just please -- don't throw me. I may be able to deal with ghosts, but I'm otherwise a normal person. My bones will shatter all the same if you just throw me over the closest wall.

[ He's kidding! He's kidding. He doesn't actually think Messmer will pick him up and chuck him .... right? Probably??? ]

[anathemaw]

Wouldst thou truly expect such from me? [ after a pause, he reconsiders, shaking his head faintly. ] ... So long as thou align thyself not with mine enemies, no harm shall I cause thee.

[ no getting tossed unless he does something to get on Messmer's bad side, in other words. Having said that, he can't say he's picked anyone up recently unless he was about to impale them. How to go about this...? He takes a few steps closer, looming right over Rom. ]

Turn.

1/2

[phenomerom]

[ ........................ seriously? ]

[phenomerom]

[ Okay. Okay! Let it never be said that Enigma Syndrome Shindou Rom can't roll with the punches. He sure hadn't expected Messmer to actually go along with his suggestion, but. Well. It's fine! It'll be fine. Probably!

He'd just been staring for a hot second as Messmer closed the distance between them, only giving an owlish blink, but Rom does nod afterwards. Then do a 180 in place, standing with his hands loose at his sides as he looks aaaaaall the way back up towards Messmer. ]

Like this ... ?

[anathemaw]

[ like that, Rom!! Not that Messmer gives him any answer. Instead, he simply moves ahead with the plan. Leaning down slightly, he wraps both hands around Rom's waist without fanfare, careful not to prick him with a sharp nail, and proceeds to lift him up as if he were nothing more than a long, goth kitten. The strength to throw him is certainly there, as Rom feared, but it's well-tempered, and Messmer's surprisingly gentle as he holds Rom up to his shoulder. If he chooses to step off, Messmer will let him, though he continues holding up one hand near him for him to hold for balance. ]

See'st thou the path forward?

[phenomerom]

[ Oh. This

is kind of

scary?

He can't even remember if he's ever been picked up in his life. Mitsue-san certainly hadn't been the type for that sort of doting. The unfamiliar squeeze of hands around his waist in conjunction with the feeling of casually being lifted ten feet up in the air like an unruly cat sure does make his heart do a little backflip in his chest. To his credit, Rom does a truly remarkable job of acting like he's totally at ease -- standing with steady balance, his breaths calm and his voice level, but ... he is reflexively keeping one hand gripping at Messmer's wrist, squeezing a little tighter than strictly necessary. ]

... what a view! Haha. [ don't look down, don't look down, don't look down ] Ah, let's see. [ A slight shift on his feet, though he's trying very hard to make sure he's not causing Messmer any extra discomfort. ] I think I can see the exit out that way, but ... could you take about two steps to your right, by any chance?

[anathemaw]

[ That's a pretty strong grip. Maybe he truly is worried that he'll be thrown. The idea that the height is the problem doesn't even occur to Messmer - after all, he lives like this every day? It's normal. And if having a whole person standing on his shoulders is causing him additional pain, he's doing an excellent job of hiding it. The winged serpent that usually spends time near Messmer's shoulder flutters upwards, beginning to coil around one of Rom's ankles. Additional security, perhaps, on account of Rom's nerves...? ]

A view of naught but corn, [ he responds, sounding doubtful, while he moves to the right as instructed. ]

[phenomerom]

[ He does give a slight jump when he feels the coil of that snakey length around his ankles -- again, a deeply unfamiliar sensation -- and Rom ends up gripping a little more tightly at Messmer's wrist as a result. Inside him are two wolves: his decades of training will him to accept all this with zero reaction, acclimating to the situation with his usual opaque smile; while the small part of him that remains a normal human being can't help balking at all these foreign circumstances.

Ultimately, he ends up remaining perfectly in place save that squeeze at Messmer's wrist, maintaining good balance even during that little shuffle to the right. And once they're in place, he gives a quiet laugh. ]

I can imagine that's the case down there. But I think I can get a better view from here, so -- if you'd please hold still for a moment.

[ Rom goes quiet afterward, though if Messmer listens very carefully, he might hear Rom speaking very softly under his breath -- a monotone pattern of 'left, right, right, left, right, left' as he stares intensely over the walls of the maze.

Yes, he's trying to brute-force memorize a route they can take from where they're standing. ]

[anathemaw]

[ he does indeed hear the counting; he can also feel poor Rom's heartrate leap up through the leg his winged companion has curled around. The man's not as unflappable as he appears, it seems. The suggestion was made so lightly that Messmer assumed he thought nothing of it; in reality, maybe it was nothing more than a joke that he was too proud to back down from...

Well, too late now. Messmer stands quietly, listening to the sound of the wind in the stalks and Rom's faint mumbling. It's nearly peaceful. ]

... Ease thy nerves. Thou wilt not fall, [ he says after a moment. ] More unruly burdens than thee I have carried.