❝ My…back. ❞
And here she was insulting his intelligence. Did she…not want to be held by him? That’s what he was thinking, but he’d brush it off as to not hurdle any offense towards himself. When the frog——ahem, tadpole, disappears and she steps forward, he simply just holds his hands out almost as if to give a hug.
❝You just…climb into my arms.❞
❝your-- oh.❞
maybe it should’ve been obvious. clearly uncertain, she took another step forward. with a bit of hesitation, she reached up on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck, carefully doing as instructed. it wasn’t that she didn’t trust trunks or anything like that, but rather the result of a cautious nature, which was the result of constantly fearing for her life. she removed one arm from his neck to hold her hat firmly in place before nodding at him.
❝alright, mister alien. lets go.❞













