The pressure on his fingers is comforting, if a bit hard. Then it becomes harder. And harder. And then, before easing completely, there's a sudden jerk, like when you're falling asleep and it seems as if you are stepping off a cliff.
The crack sound of small broken bones isn't too loud, and Ranuccio pales visibly, a rush of air leaving his lungs, a muffled gasp of pain kept inside more by habit then conscious choice.
A few minutes go by, before the colour comes back to his face, as he keeps petting Clay gently with his other hand, trembling just a little, a drop of sweat running along his neck.
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Date: 2004-04-24 05:41 pm (UTC)The crack sound of small broken bones isn't too loud, and Ranuccio pales visibly, a rush of air leaving his lungs, a muffled gasp of pain kept inside more by habit then conscious choice.
A few minutes go by, before the colour comes back to his face, as he keeps petting Clay gently with his other hand, trembling just a little, a drop of sweat running along his neck.