[The walk back to their room is both brisk and eternal in feeling. The tap of A2's heels echo throughout the hallways, booming to Aqua's ears, and Aqua isn't sure how she'll explain if anyone sees them. Somehow, no one is around.
She has half a mind to offer to walk once she recognizes the path to the crew quarters anyway, but A2 hasn't made any move to put her down, carrying her over the threshold into their quarters. This is a genuine fucking bridal carry.
And like, Aqua hasn't been put in bed since she was very little. This is weird? Embarrassing. She refuses to lay down, either, sitting and facing A2 and feeling just as awkward? It's bad.]
Yeah...I'm okay.
[She told you!!! She's fine!!! Her face still betrays a stubborn flush of pink though. People aren't allowed to worry about her...it's awful.]
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She has half a mind to offer to walk once she recognizes the path to the crew quarters anyway, but A2 hasn't made any move to put her down, carrying her over the threshold into their quarters. This is a genuine fucking bridal carry.
And like, Aqua hasn't been put in bed since she was very little. This is weird? Embarrassing. She refuses to lay down, either, sitting and facing A2 and feeling just as awkward? It's bad.]
Yeah...I'm okay.
[She told you!!! She's fine!!! Her face still betrays a stubborn flush of pink though. People aren't allowed to worry about her...it's awful.]