Here we go! ~<3

[socrowdedinhere]

Man: *he'll wake maybe an hour later, pulling a deep breath and shifting, stretching a bit. His eyes blink open a the strange pull on top of him and he finds the blanket there. He sits up, giving it a somewhat bewildered look before glancing at the pad where he left the boy*

    Boy: *sleeping fitfully and /lightly/, EVERY little noise waking him - he flinches awake at the sound of movement, sees Master's awake and shifts quickly up into submission pose*

Man: *blinks....and smiles. He'll gently sit the boy up, catching his gaze again...and shakes his head. He touches his finger to the boy's chest, bows over much like the boy was, points at the boy again and shakes his head. He doesn't need to bow like that...*

    Boy: ............... *h-he...t-thinks he understands, though he doesn't get /why/ . . . b-but h-he n-nods*

Man: *smiles and softly brushes fingers down the boy's cheek again. He gets up, packs up the pad, the blanket, and the plates. He picks up a backpack and another small bag. He'll settle the bag across the boy's shoulders so it rests at his hip/thigh. It's not too heavy at all. With that he'll move the boy to the tunnel he pointed to before and head to the one he packed with explosives before....with a bit of work he'll get a long fuse lit before he comes bounding across the small cavern, snatching up the boy (and /quickly/ adjusting where his arms are to not press on swollen butt or thighs), and goes running down the tunnel, a minute later the sounds of the explosion follows them down the tunnel.*

    Boy: *obediently stays put, YIPS! and is /clinging/ as the man picks him up and RUNS*

Man: *finally slows, panting softly. He gives the boy a smile, and will just walk, the child snuggled in his arms.*

    Boy: *leans back a little to look at him, t-then just...settles*

*The man will walk for a long time. The torch he got lit to light the fuse is starting to sputter slowly out. The boy likely didn't notice how tense the man was starting to get until he seems to /relax/, if the boy looks, he'll see light ahead, white and bright instead of flickering orange.*

    Boy: */gasps/, and it's his turn to TENSE, hunching - such a bright, strange-colored light can't be good!*

Man: Shh. *clucks his tongue a few times, softly petting at the boy* *he'll start to whistle a soft, happy tune...*

Boy: *CURLING against the man . . . the closer they get, the more he has to bury his head, even cover his face with his hands, panting in fear*

Man: *snuggling the boy, making soft, hopefully comforting, sounds with his tongue or soft whistles, arms protectively wrapped around the boy.  And then they're stepping into the light, the man /squinting/ in the brightness, blinking until his eyes adjust.  He'll move away, well away from the tunnel, before setting the boy on his feet and rubbing at his very, very sore arms....*

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[dragondancer5150]

((LOL awww . . . yeah, carrying an eight-year-old, or equivalent, would get heavy FAST))


Boy: *moans in fear as the unnatural /warm/ hits his bare back . . . once set on his feet, he'll CURL, hands /pressed/ over his face and /shaking/*

[socrowdedinhere]

Man: *after a few minutes he reaches up and gently pulls the boy's hands away from his face.* Shhh. *softly touching his face, and will finally draw the child into a gentle hug. After another minute he'll shift to sit and guide the boy to curl up in his lap*

[dragondancer5150]

Boy: *whines softly as his hands are pulled away - doesn't resist, knows better, but head TUCKS all the more* Oww...i-it's so bright!

[socrowdedinhere]

Man: *gently tucks the boy’s face to his shoulder, just snuggling him, a hand petting softly at his hair, making soft, comforting sounds.*

[dragondancer5150]

Boy: *struggles to get himself calmed down again, shivering but quiet*

[socrowdedinhere]

Man: *he'll sit there for a long while, letting his arms rest. Finally he'll shift the boy back to his feet, trying to coax him into opening his eyes, continuing to make soft sounds with his mouth to try to calm and comfort.*

[dragondancer5150]

Boy: *tears still streaming, though he's mostly calmed down - h-he /tries/ to open his eyes b-but he /can't* M-master, I'm sorry. I-it's too bright! I can't see! It hurts.

[socrowdedinhere]

Man: *brushes hands over the boy’s head again and kisses his forehead. He’ll remove his backpack and get it settled so it’s strapped to the front of him like a big belly, then will take one of the boy’s hands and shift his back to the child, putting the child’s hand on his shoulder, before tugging him lightly closer. It’ll take a bit of work, what with him unable to talk and the boy unable to see, but he’ll eventually get the boy settled on his back, arms around his neck low enough to not choke him. With the boy settled he’ll stand and start moving again. It’s starting to grow dark when the man stops again, kneeling and gently coaxing the boy back to his feet. Oh man, he’s so sore! He’ll just kind of turn and flop onto his back in the thin grass with a huff, and after another moment he’ll peel the backpack off his chest and let it flop to the ground beside him.*

heading home a bit early bc Anna needs her computer back to get some work done

[dragondancer5150]

((We couldn't get "my" compy to behave so I worked on hers))

Boy: *has /never/ been carried piggyback nor even seen someone else carried that way so it takes some doing to get him situated right because he's clueless of what is expected of him, will tuck his face down to cover his eyes - once set down, he'll stand obediently, chin tucked and eyes squeezed closed, /flinches/ at the drophuff but doesn't move, being good and staying as he was left...since Master doesn't want him going submission for some reason*