impatientdefense: (that's fuckin rad dude)
crit role's best-worst monk ([personal profile] impatientdefense) wrote in [community profile] livinglot 2018-08-12 07:43 pm (UTC)

Beau's eyes widen a little as Pluto smiles at her, and she leans forward a little more. "Uhh... yeah. I mean, obviously, we can't get out, we're cut off from the world. But... I don't feel the same, either. Like..."

She raises a hand, flexes her fingers into a fist and demonstrates throwing a punch. "My coordination's all off." Really, the punch is fine. Her practiced technique is still there, showing in the fluidity of the motion, but she can tell something's missing from it.

As she talks, Beau's gaze drops a couple of times, noting how those crossed arms frame Pluto's chest. Almost... intentionally, seemingly reciprocating her interest? For all they're talking about unsettling, worrisome things, well. "Doesn't mean we can't, y'know... have some fun while we're stuck here. Something to take our mind off it."

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