“ i’ll let you drag me to hell if it means you’ll hold my hand. ”
Fingers nervously tap together as she listens to them, wondering what it was they wanted. Oh. To hold her hand? That’s... that’s cute! But the fact they think she’d drag them to hell is a little worrysome.
“I promise never to let you down like that,” was that a pun? hopefully... she’s not trying but it’d be really funny! “I don’t wanna drag you to hell... you’re too nice!”
A hand reaches out and opens for them, palm up. Fyn had such small pudgy hands, like little paws really. She’s excited for them to hold hers, filled with long bony fingers and a very slender, almost flat palm. Her mom used to call her spider hands until it made her cry, then she told her she had super heroine hands instead. That always was one of her favorite memories. Super hero hands... Praying mantis hands, too. Her younger sister called them that when she was a baby.
“You can always hold my hand, if you like! Unless I’m drawing. Please don’t hold my drawing hand when I’m drawing. My cat did that sometimes and it was cute but kind of annoying.”
