[ Atsumu might not be fully grown yet, but he certainly could pass for a fully grown human — and thus, when Amos grabs ahold of him, the two of them drop a little before his furiously flapping wings are able to stabilize them again. Like a theme park ride with absolutely no safety standards. ]
Just now. I don't know.
[ Yeah, it's weird to Amos, too.
But that can be examined later; for now Amos is desperately trying to hoist Atsumu up into what's sure to be a more comfortable hold for the both of them. His wings are also going hard, lifting them higher into the air — up past the spider and its web, is it still looking at them, who knows — and he grunts at the strain. ]
Look, I gotta — [ can he not shift Atsumu into his arms or something, carry him like a little princess, he rescued his gun surely that's fitting or something — ] can I swing you up a little. [ Communication! He's learning! ] And then we can get back on the ground.
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Just now. I don't know.
[ Yeah, it's weird to Amos, too.
But that can be examined later; for now Amos is desperately trying to hoist Atsumu up into what's sure to be a more comfortable hold for the both of them. His wings are also going hard, lifting them higher into the air — up past the spider and its web, is it still looking at them, who knows — and he grunts at the strain. ]
Look, I gotta — [ can he not shift Atsumu into his arms or something, carry him like a little princess, he rescued his gun surely that's fitting or something — ] can I swing you up a little. [ Communication! He's learning! ] And then we can get back on the ground.