Demala let out a soft “woo!” as she dropped backwards, her back to his back and the whole world flipped upside down. With her weight, her strength, and his grip on her one leg, she was sure he could handle it — and, generally, any time she could use him as a jungle gym was a fine time.
“I’m not a moocher, Ori’ori,” she huffed, upside down, lethorns flying free as she crossed her arms over her chest, her free leg crossed over her knee behind his head.
They certainly made a sight, if anyone had half a mind to pay them any attention at all.
She tilted her head up—down—just a tad more, and watched the grains of the floor run past, until they stopped. She unhooked her arms and stretched them up—down—as she wiggled her free leg until he released her.
A perfect little handstand, a twirl on one hand and she landed delicately on both feet. Rise to stand, hands up in the air, the crowd goes wild —
She spun on her heel, clapping her hands together.
Sev had only seen the ending of Demala’s acrobatic stunts and nothing truly surprised him about her anymore, but it was nice to see someone who had been through so much be so...free.
“You’re not taking one of my weapons. However, I have a few favors I can call in to get you a proper item.” After the code was input, the clips on the crate flipped up and if he were showing this to anybody else, they would have probably gasped. Weapons lined the lid and there were stacks that Sev had pulled out. Each section was carefully organized with the lighter weaponry tending to be towards the top and heavier on the bottom. Ammo packs were situated next to each weapon.
He stood again, hands on his hips and his back straight once again. “So,” Sev said with a motion indicating the guns on the floor. “What do you feel like?”
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