[ jayce being so focused on staring at viktor, the little touches he could feel sifting through his beard makes the jolt he gives after being gently slapped kind of hilarious— in a startled animal kind of way. he recovers, although he has to visibly object with how his lips press and his cheeks puff.
that seems to pass the more his lower lip juts out a bit in a gradually understanding pout that maybe it was . . . all in his head. his gut tells him no. viktorhas him postponing his prodding, and only then snaps his attention back up. kick him? indeed, he huffs! he nearly deflates! the pout is still there! ]
I'm not some horse, [ jayce retorts, to which he'll probably regret a month from now. jayce rotates his leg only to slot his hand under the inside of his knee— and nodding, but it's more to psych himself up. ] I'll keep still.
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that seems to pass the more his lower lip juts out a bit in a gradually understanding pout that maybe it was . . . all in his head. his gut tells him no. viktorhas him postponing his prodding, and only then snaps his attention back up. kick him? indeed, he huffs! he nearly deflates! the pout is still there! ]
I'm not some horse, [ jayce retorts, to which he'll probably regret a month from now. jayce rotates his leg only to slot his hand under the inside of his knee— and nodding, but it's more to psych himself up. ] I'll keep still.