[ as connor shouts, riku squeezes his hands against his ears, trying to block out the noise. he wants things to be quiet, he wants to go back home. he doesn't move when connor scoops him right back up. not at first. after a brief moment of running, though, he feels too jostled and like he might fall (even if connor does have a good grip on him). he clutches onto his cloth, bloodied or not, and holds on for dear life, burying his face against his shoulder.
and the sharp flinch he gives is likely drown out. he can feel a nick at his elbow, can feel a long slice from his little knob of an elbow to the thinner part of his forearm. when connor sets him down, he clutches it like he wants to hide it with his tiny hand, looking at the ground firmly. a cadet takes wounds with pride.
it's when his name is called that he turns his head and wide eyes up to connor, and then up at the tree. ]
Y-yeah. I'm good at climbing.
[ then, at connor. he tries to stop his knees from shaking, getting onto his two feet. ]
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and the sharp flinch he gives is likely drown out. he can feel a nick at his elbow, can feel a long slice from his little knob of an elbow to the thinner part of his forearm. when connor sets him down, he clutches it like he wants to hide it with his tiny hand, looking at the ground firmly. a cadet takes wounds with pride.
it's when his name is called that he turns his head and wide eyes up to connor, and then up at the tree. ]
Y-yeah. I'm good at climbing.
[ then, at connor. he tries to stop his knees from shaking, getting onto his two feet. ]
You want me to climb up there?