surrendering to gravity
When they're out of sight of the rest of the Room, Brody bites down in earnest with the flat, blunt teeth in between his fangs -- not to hurt, just to leave a little mark. He waits a few seconds before releasing and repeating it a little to the left.
He keeps one arm around his neck but lowers the other, his hand running down his chest as far as he can reach, trying to hold relatively still; he knows Lucas still doesn't eat as much as he should and is a little concerned about being dropped on his ass. Being picked up and carried around is usually pretty annoying for him -- people do it a lot, he's tiny -- but he doesn't mind it when it's Lucas. If that's because he just likes him, or because he doesn't do it to make fun of him or rub it in his face, he's not sure.
"Missed you," he murmurs. It's hard for him to find excuses to not go to the Room every day, because doing so makes him feel a little pathetic.
He keeps one arm around his neck but lowers the other, his hand running down his chest as far as he can reach, trying to hold relatively still; he knows Lucas still doesn't eat as much as he should and is a little concerned about being dropped on his ass. Being picked up and carried around is usually pretty annoying for him -- people do it a lot, he's tiny -- but he doesn't mind it when it's Lucas. If that's because he just likes him, or because he doesn't do it to make fun of him or rub it in his face, he's not sure.
"Missed you," he murmurs. It's hard for him to find excuses to not go to the Room every day, because doing so makes him feel a little pathetic.