[Cyrus doesn't answer her - at least, not right away; instead, he reaches out, trailing his hand lightly along the chains as though testing the tension. The room is mostly quiet, save for the light clinking of the chains as his fingers passed over them; at the same time, if one were to listen, something could be heard - a vague, crackling noise, sounding like nothing more than some sort of light static and coming from somewhere outside of the line of vision from the bed.
He pauses briefly as he lifts his hand from the chains, looking down at her. For a moment, he seems to consider reaching out to her - perhaps to touch her face, or sweep her hair out of her eyes - but he stops before he can complete the action; his hand twitches before he returns it to its earlier position, clasped behind his back.
His expression is cold when he finally addresses her, his tone even; other than the fact that he's clearly not wanting to be open with her right now, he's not about to give her any other indirect cues if he can help it.]...there's always
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[[Now that she's more fully awake, Cynthia can hear a soft crackling noise, like a sparkler. Thinking that her ears are going fuzzy, she quickly shakes her head, but the noise refuses to dissapate.]]
And would you- [[-a quick yank on the chains gains her nothing but sore wrists-]] -be kind enough to share it with me, then?
[[Her relationship with the Leader of Team Galactic has been...intense, as of late, but she didn't expect this kind of...development so soon, especially from someone as, well, sexually inexperienced as him.]]
Look, I appreciate that you seem to be taking the initiative, but could you maybe bring this sort of thing up with me first before you go tying me to the bed? These chains hurt.
[[....well. A small trickle of uncertainty works its way down Cynthia's spine, her hands shifting awkwardly in the bonds. Something is not right here, and that incessant buzzing is only making her more confused and frustrated.]]
...I'm...I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean. Look, could you just untie me already? Please?
[[Even though it's not evident in her voice, a sudden feeling of dread seems to have settled over her, and she finds herself praying that he'll remove the chains.]]
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He pauses briefly as he lifts his hand from the chains, looking down at her. For a moment, he seems to consider reaching out to her - perhaps to touch her face, or sweep her hair out of her eyes - but he stops before he can complete the action; his hand twitches before he returns it to its earlier position, clasped behind his back.
His expression is cold when he finally addresses her, his tone even; other than the fact that he's clearly not wanting to be open with her right now, he's not about to give her any other indirect cues if he can help it.]...there's always ( ... )
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And would you- [[-a quick yank on the chains gains her nothing but sore wrists-]] -be kind enough to share it with me, then?
[[Her relationship with the Leader of Team Galactic has been...intense, as of late, but she didn't expect this kind of...development so soon, especially from someone as, well, sexually inexperienced as him.]]
Look, I appreciate that you seem to be taking the initiative, but could you maybe bring this sort of thing up with me first before you go tying me to the bed? These chains hurt.
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[He doesn't look away, there's a slight sense of unease in his posture; he shifts slightly, taking a half-step back from the bed.]
Nor is it for mine...regardless of what you may think. Not really, anyway...
Either way, I doubt you will understand my reasoning behind this.
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...I'm...I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean. Look, could you just untie me already? Please?
[[Even though it's not evident in her voice, a sudden feeling of dread seems to have settled over her, and she finds herself praying that he'll remove the chains.]]
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