[ Tatara should, rightly, be in shock. They’ve only just barely met, and already this new stranger is now kneeling before him, waiting for him to climb on for a piggyback ride, just as requested. It has nothing to do with his status as a god, either; shinki aren’t liable to be loyal -- let alone kind -- to anyone but their own, after all.
So, Shizuo is simply a good person, then. That makes Tatara trust him all the more.
Carefully, he drapes himself over his best friend’s lookalike, arms around his neck. Indeed, this is where he and Izumo differ, and he can tell that now, though he makes no comment. Rather, he’s content to latch to the man with whatever strength his body has left to impart, quivery as his muscles are when asked to work. ]
Thanks for doing this, again.
[ Thanks for helping out a silly young god who got in over his head; though it wasn’t the first time, and it likely won’t be the last.
Once they’re moving, to keep conversation going, Tatara gently inquires. ]
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So, Shizuo is simply a good person, then. That makes Tatara trust him all the more.
Carefully, he drapes himself over his best friend’s lookalike, arms around his neck. Indeed, this is where he and Izumo differ, and he can tell that now, though he makes no comment. Rather, he’s content to latch to the man with whatever strength his body has left to impart, quivery as his muscles are when asked to work. ]
Thanks for doing this, again.
[ Thanks for helping out a silly young god who got in over his head; though it wasn’t the first time, and it likely won’t be the last.
Once they’re moving, to keep conversation going, Tatara gently inquires. ]
What happened to your arm?