[ he leans forwards slightly, sliding a little hand up the branch to watch connor as he moves, trying to see where he can mimic him.
riku is no eagle; he is something smaller, still young, just a little robin as he he hops twice to get to the edge, each tiny jump short; he tilts his head, trying to see the other side of the branch. an idea sparks in his mind as he climbs up--backwards. not quite because he wants to be fancy, but because he just isn't as big as connor, and to grab what connor had to push himself up, he'd have to be twice his size. with a few extra knobs on the tree, he's able to get right back to where connor is. ]
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riku is no eagle; he is something smaller, still young, just a little robin as he he hops twice to get to the edge, each tiny jump short; he tilts his head, trying to see the other side of the branch. an idea sparks in his mind as he climbs up--backwards. not quite because he wants to be fancy, but because he just isn't as big as connor, and to grab what connor had to push himself up, he'd have to be twice his size. with a few extra knobs on the tree, he's able to get right back to where connor is. ]