[the Nightcap bristles against the feeling of the spirit's hands on its arms, mouth drawing back in a wild snarl. it scrambles, wildly snatching and catching Lucy's key-bearing wrist. That's it. THOSE ARE IT.
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HOW DARE– [its grip squeezes and squeezes, feeling bones buckling. it bears down, practically pressed against Lucy as its other hand sought leverage, the means to push back against Loke's hold, elbow him in the face: it's a move that sends it reeling and landing on its back beside Lucy.
it's a pretty grotesque hand-holding, cloudgazing posture.]
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HOW DARE– [its grip squeezes and squeezes, feeling bones buckling. it bears down, practically pressed against Lucy as its other hand sought leverage, the means to push back against Loke's hold, elbow him in the face: it's a move that sends it reeling and landing on its back beside Lucy.
it's a pretty grotesque hand-holding, cloudgazing posture.]