You lifted me before I did that! It's not like I'm going to let myself be dangled around.
[ It still flies right over his head that this is being taken as suggestive, because why would people just assume that? It's not like they're doing anything, positioning aside!
Not that he gets any time to do more than shoot the whistler an annoyed glance, because there's Josuke looking down at his hands, there's Shino glancing down at him as if he has an answer, and then he's being dropped fast enough he's nearly falling to the ground. ]
Kinda wh—aah!
[ He is, however, a grade A clinger, considering also his skill in scaling people to get away from various absolutely terrifying things like insects of a cockroach nature, and so he goes from being held up to now actually dangling from Josuke's neck, his arms clasped tight out of reflex.
He lets go with his legs, because he's not intending to keep having Josuke carting him around without a reason, but even then, he's still... dangling for a moment, now fully hidden by poor Josuke, and meriting a second wolf whistle in the process before he lets go and drops down to his feet. His shirt's rucked up, and he tugs down on it, smoothing it out, shooting Josuke an exasperated look: he's not red in the face because they weren't doing anything, dangit, so why would he be?! Why is Josuke! Don't let people influence you like this!
(That is to say, when he sees how red Josuke's face has gone, he starts blushing partly sympathetically, partly because Josuke's embarrassment makes him start to feel embarrassed too.) ]
Look, could you give me some warning before you pick me up or drop me next time?
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[ It still flies right over his head that this is being taken as suggestive, because why would people just assume that? It's not like they're doing anything, positioning aside!
Not that he gets any time to do more than shoot the whistler an annoyed glance, because there's Josuke looking down at his hands, there's Shino glancing down at him as if he has an answer, and then he's being dropped fast enough he's nearly falling to the ground. ]
Kinda wh—aah!
[ He is, however, a grade A clinger, considering also his skill in scaling people to get away from various absolutely terrifying things like insects of a cockroach nature, and so he goes from being held up to now actually dangling from Josuke's neck, his arms clasped tight out of reflex.
He lets go with his legs, because he's not intending to keep having Josuke carting him around without a reason, but even then, he's still... dangling for a moment, now fully hidden by poor Josuke, and meriting a second wolf whistle in the process before he lets go and drops down to his feet. His shirt's rucked up, and he tugs down on it, smoothing it out, shooting Josuke an exasperated look: he's not red in the face because they weren't doing anything, dangit, so why would he be?! Why is Josuke! Don't let people influence you like this!
(That is to say, when he sees how red Josuke's face has gone, he starts blushing partly sympathetically, partly because Josuke's embarrassment makes him start to feel embarrassed too.) ]
Look, could you give me some warning before you pick me up or drop me next time?