I don't know if that's lucky or not. I've only had terrible dreams... that last one was probably the best one I've had in years.
[ he tips his head, his finger tapping carefully on his own knuckles. there's something a little impulsive building up in his hands, but he at least has the mental fortitude to. put it away at the moment. just. put it away. ]
What sort of feeling, if I might ask?
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[ ahhhh percy just looks at november briefly with a raised brow, like he's mulling over the truth of the statement before before chuckling a bit. great. he's almost afraid to ask more. ]
Really?
[ as if he isn't feeling himself in the way his fingertips twitch ever so slightly. if only he witnessed the hands u put on people's faces, he would probably be just a little amused. ]
And how's that going for you? The... physical contact requirements of the day? Think you can cope?
[ percy looks down at his tightly clasped hands for a moment before back at november. he holds a beat and then. ]
I don't see why not.
[ he lifts a hand. fine. this is cooperation. this is what they're meant to do and november? well. there are worse people. people who will make a huge deal of it. so he'll remove himself from his seat and close the gap between their hands.
when he holds it, it comes to him almost too easily. ]
[It's so curious. Once he grabbed Percy's hand this just felt right, apparently having underestimated how relieved he'd feel once this happened. Curious! November blinks, looks down at their hands, and comments:]
Looks like there's going to be a lot of handholding for the next few days.
[Oh well, that's how things go over here in the Prism. He'll do what he can]
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[ percy hums slowly. ]
I don't know if that's lucky or not. I've only had terrible dreams... that last one was probably the best one I've had in years.
[ he tips his head, his finger tapping carefully on his own knuckles. there's something a little impulsive building up in his hands, but he at least has the mental fortitude to. put it away at the moment. just. put it away. ]
What sort of feeling, if I might ask?
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[Cause he doesn't elaborate about, apparently]
To put it simply, I have the need for physical contact all of a sudden. It's not even directed towards a specific person.
[Culminating in him going to touch people's faces with his wide open hand, apparently. Yay]
stares at my late hands
Really?
[ as if he isn't feeling himself in the way his fingertips twitch ever so slightly. if only he witnessed the hands u put on people's faces, he would probably be just a little amused. ]
And how's that going for you? The... physical contact requirements of the day? Think you can cope?
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[November extends a hand]
Would you like to cooperate? You may think of it as a long handshake.
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I don't see why not.
[ he lifts a hand. fine. this is cooperation. this is what they're meant to do and november? well. there are worse people. people who will make a huge deal of it. so he'll remove himself from his seat and close the gap between their hands.
when he holds it, it comes to him almost too easily. ]
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Looks like there's going to be a lot of handholding for the next few days.
[Oh well, that's how things go over here in the Prism. He'll do what he can]