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[rabbitwithwings]

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[unmusicalrabbit]

[panicking.]

[unmusicalrabbit]

[Watching those little scissors with his one green eye. He holds himself tensely still, breathing shallowly as if that mattered too.]

[themisnamed]

[Being very patient as it slowly cuts at the threads, fraying them more than anything. Even sticks her tongue out as she concentrates.]

[unmusicalrabbit]

[Taking a deep breath and ... holding it for a moment before he twitches and lets it out kind of shakily.]

Is it working?

[thewrongname]

[Blinks in surprise, having forgotten he was there for a moment, and looks up.]

Little by little. Bear with me 'nd as soon as I get this one part cut we should be able ta unwind the rest!

[Goes back to concentrating on her cutting.]

[unmusicalrabbit]

[Twitches again when she looks up, but at least her words hold off that clawing sense of panic in his chest.

He's not sure why he's panicking, but being held down and being forced to touch, neither are things high on his list of calming things, that's for sure.]

Okay..

[themisnamed]

[Sob. She's trying. She'd hum or something but this is taking up a lot of her concentration. Doesn't want to cut herself.

But 'Tias is working diligently against the fabric and it begins to fray more and more.]

[unmusicalrabbit]

[If she hums, Walker will flinch and possibly get set back into a panic.

As it is, he just continues holding as still as he can, eye snapping between the scissors and her face.]

[themisnamed]

[Baw. No humming then. >:

She's got it cut halfway through now and puts the scissors down for a moment to try tearing at the fabric. But it doesn't want to rip.]

[unmusicalrabbit]

[P-probably a good idea. :c

Reaches out.. hesitantly and grips one side of the ribbon to tug on it and try to get it to rip.]

[themisnamed]

[Sees his hand and grins a little.] Tug hard, yeah? Might be able to do it together.

[PULLING!]

[unmusicalrabbit]

[Pulling as well!

It doesn't seem like it's working....

Walker continues to pull anyway.]

[thewrongname]

[After a bit she stops and sighs heavily.] 's not working. Let me go back to cutting, alright?

[Picking up her scissors again.]

[unmusicalrabbit]

[Snaps his hand away and goes back to holding on to his other hand so it doesn't move or flinch.]

... Fucking place.

[themisnamed]

[Laughs lightly as she starts cutting again.] Don't like my company anymore? [A joking tone.] As soon as I get this off I promise I'll make ya another sandwich for putting up with me so long. [A softer tone.] 'm guessing you're not used to a lot of contact... I'm sorry.

[She pauses a moment.] It can be nice, yanno. A hand in your hair to sooth away nightmares. [Cutcutcut] Or a hug to cheer ya up from something sad. Or holding hands like this with someone who makes your heart beat a mile a minute. [Succeeds! And drops the scissors to free Walker and herself.]

That better...? [Trails off.] Ah, I don't think I ever got your name, though I gave ya mine.

[unmusicalrabbit]

[Looking back at her at an angle as she speaks, kind of silently watching for a moment.] I'm sorry. I don't like.. touching. [He flexes his fingers on reflex as she cuts.] I don't want to be.. [trapped] hugged or have my heart race. My heart shouldn't be going anywhere. I like sandwiches...

[And as soon as the ribbon is cut he pulls his hand to his chest, rubbing his wrist where its sore from his panicked yanking. He continues watching her, even as he curls away a bit, setting his personal bubble up once more.] .... [Names, names he doesn't have to give.] Call me Walker. That's a good name.