[Open Class] Greased Lightning (Barth + Zar)

[Toshihiko Two]

Barth looked at Zar, then looked around.

"Err. You know, you could have-" Never mind. It would have saved them both the trip, but he supposed Zar didn't want to use that lightly. Thorns stretched from underneath the skateboard, coiling around the robots, and very gradually Zar's limbs.

Barth folded his legs.

"It's fortunate we've got a long downhill."

The thorns pulled the bots up first, securing them. They whirred in a slightly confused way. Zar sort of fit into Barth's lap, minus the wings and tail, which took some binding.

"It's not anything you have to repeat," he said, leaning on his claw. He felt his eyes closing. Now wouldn't be the most appropriate time for a nap- but with Zar out it was so, so tempting...there was, as always, that sort of emotional leak between them (almost entirely thanks to Zar's abilities) that had a compounding effect. The dorm. His dorm first. The incline off the hill should take them pretty far.
 

[Baneful]

Zar hovered on the edge of unconsciousness, the lightning strikes repeated enough to almost dissipate him twice had been a lot for his core to take. But adamant as always, he refused to give in and held on to some semblance awareness with sheer ferocity of will. He wasn't strong enough to resist the pull of the thorns if he had wanted to (and he didn't) but there was a horrible moment where he found himself imagining being dragged down a hill behind a skateboard like a tin can on a string.

Mercifully that worst case scenario didn't come to pass as he found himself suddenly strangely safe. He couldn't move, not even his wings or tail, but he didn't want to anyway. After the hard cold ground Barth was incredibly comfortable and his reaction was not far off of the other demon's, as he reached out he found himself tired almost in reflex, his own emotions a feeble flicker in the feedback, strangely vulnerable like this, all bewildered gratitude and uncertainty. But most of all that sense of safety, tangled up with guilt for feeling it at all.

He finally stopped fighting it, completely exhausted by the run and pushed to the very edge of his endurance. Clenching his claws gently in the fabric of Barth's clothing, the flicker of emotion flatlined into something deeper than dream and he went completely limp.