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[dnangelic]

' like i said , ' an impatient sigh , ' why wouldn't they ? '

because no matter the accompanying gripe and groaning , she was still willing to do it --- to try to lend her best hand of assistance that , at least right now , would be appreciated more than ever .

the mild , not-quite-complete relief and clumsy , uncertain technique might not have been anything like towa or his ( --- daisuke's , ) grandfather's familiar hands , but how much could he expect and demand from someone who's never had their own set of mercurial wings ? the enormous , jet-black branches of them shift in slight flicks and gentle flutters , evidently without any sort of excruciating pain , the light bone and firm , stressed tendon no doubt palpable at the palm of sakura's touch .

of course , he never would have let her even within the first few steps towards his person had he not trusted her . his sharp gaze backwards reserves any scold ; flat and non-expressive as his features remain , the catlilke slits of his pupils have already dilated --- rounding themselves out to something almost human , dark globes that only briefly shrunk after each blink .

for all her demand and questioning --- he only watches .

and then , firmly but without any legitimate rough force , he pushes her suddenly into a seated posture ; positions her just right before draping himself unceremoniously over the fold of her legs and lap , landing over the stretch of it with a small flumf . catlike were it not for the sails of his wings still reaching outwards ; birdlike were it not for the purr-like sigh that leaves his throat as he exhales .

' ... good . ' at first , both of his eyes shut --- and then just one opens , peeking out at the other to gauge any threat or influence . he's made himself comfortable ; now remained the question of whether or not sakura could tolerate his so-called tyrannical belligerence . ' keep it up . i won't keep you for more than i need , so just entertain yourself whenever you start to feel tired . '

“Because why in the hell would anyone??”

“An’ what the hell makes ya think they’d ask me, of all damn people?”

Well, it seems they are gonna harp on that—let it be known that she tried to end things where they were, but here was Dark makin’ some mysterious ass argument with’er—at least for all of two seconds, before he twists and his wings writhe away from’im and she’s left to watch, with a vague look of sympathy, as he just tries to do as she asked even as he bitches at’er (she’d point it out if every move he made didn’t look painful as fuck).

“Alright, alright, gimme a damn second!” She huffs even as her hands go up, even as she rolls her eyes, and just grab—hopefully she’s landed in the right area. She grabbed...close to where he pointed, at least, so it’s gotta count. “And I ain’t playin’ with shit, shuddup!”

(In her defense, she really was just touchin’! You bastard, Dark, I’ll throw all the ones I’ve got in your face if ya piss me off!)

Ugh, whatever! She’s got a grip—mindful of her strength, since she’s pretty sure she shouldn’t squeeze as hard as she normally would somethin’ like someone else’s arm, or some other body part, when she’s fightin’ with’em—on him now, so she tries to rub with the fingers of one hand while squeezin’ with the other. Some kinda bid to alternate the pressure, since that’d help?? Maybe?? He said to rub and squeeze, so...

“Here, is this—is this doin’ anything?” Suddenly a little sheepish, her squeezin’ hand briefly tightens before it lets up again in the same instant, the other one still rubbing. Towards where the wings press out to her, further away from where they come outta his own back. For the better so she doesn’t get all jerky.

“You gotta tell me if it is; ain’t like I know what I’m doin’.”

When her own body hurts, she just lets it pass, and nobody is askin’ her to help’em when theirs hurts. Again, Dark, why’d ya think anyone would ask her for that favour?