sure enough, clarke tries to kick him again, but all she gets for her troubles is their feet tangling and natsuno is not effectively slowed down. boo, but might as well figure out an alternative so —
...somewhere in the back of her mind, has she registered natsuno doesn't seem to enjoy being touched? absolutely. even in moments where all clarke wants to do is reach out and squeeze his shoulder or draw him into a comforting side hug, has she generally tried to restrain herself out of respect? yup, that too.
and does that stiff, repressed, battle field pragmatism style of thinking go right out the window in this moment? yup, because in a last ditch effort to — not win, but at least sabotage — clarke's abandoning her bike. slides into what little space is behind natsuno on his own mount, and just regressing to, like, the age of eight as she brings up both hands to cover his eyes. )
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sure enough, clarke tries to kick him again, but all she gets for her troubles is their feet tangling and natsuno is not effectively slowed down. boo, but might as well figure out an alternative so —
...somewhere in the back of her mind, has she registered natsuno doesn't seem to enjoy being touched? absolutely. even in moments where all clarke wants to do is reach out and squeeze his shoulder or draw him into a comforting side hug, has she generally tried to restrain herself out of respect? yup, that too.
and does that stiff, repressed, battle field pragmatism style of thinking go right out the window in this moment? yup, because in a last ditch effort to — not win, but at least sabotage — clarke's abandoning her bike. slides into what little space is behind natsuno on his own mount, and just regressing to, like, the age of eight as she brings up both hands to cover his eyes. )