He was just out of reach if he pressed back very, very far. Her arms were too short, and half-curled toward her middle to make a fence, block his hands.
It didn't quite work. Skitter, skitter, skitter-- his new fingers were very well suited to this kind of thing, tapered and long.
"Well." It was just a huff of air; Christine almost unbalanced him and he wriggled to the side. "If we matched," his eyebrows quirked higher, "things would be more even."
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Re: Oh Hell No.
Date: 2010-03-10 01:34 am (UTC)It didn't quite work. Skitter, skitter, skitter-- his new fingers were very well suited to this kind of thing, tapered and long.
"Well." It was just a huff of air; Christine almost unbalanced him and he wriggled to the side. "If we matched," his eyebrows quirked higher, "things would be more even."