[Once Joker takes off, Alois with him, floor falling away, Alois gives a real, undeniable "eep!" But he's quiet through the rest of the journey, in contrast to Joker's laughter; he might even be holding his breath.
Being held, or this approximation of it, by Joker is very different from being held by Claude. Alois was particularly indelicate with Claude: if Claude was seated, Alois would clamber onto him, not minding the heels of his boots or the points of his elbows. Sometimes he would be rough on purpose, in fact, wanting to set Claude's glasses askew, to bring a flicker into his face. Claude was solid like marble, and cold like it too, and he made Alois feel very small even when Alois was in the middle of a growth spurt.
Alois does not feel particularly small, up here with Joker. A little bit, but not disproportionately so. Joker is strong enough not to drop Alois, but his grip is still human (or as human as one can be with such a pair of wings). And Alois' fingers are stuck to Joker's clothes like a kitten's claws, but Joker doesn't feel like marble. He feels like a real person. Alois hasn't clung to a real person since he slept with his brother in piles of hay. Talk about being small.
He's breathing shallowly once he's finally settled on a beam, mostly from exhilaration. At last he pries his hands away from Joker's shirt, and he sits upon the beam more gingerly than he does most things. Fatalistic as he may be, it's instinct to try and keep himself from falling down.
Tentative and testing, he swings his feet just slightly, looking down with big eyes.]
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Being held, or this approximation of it, by Joker is very different from being held by Claude. Alois was particularly indelicate with Claude: if Claude was seated, Alois would clamber onto him, not minding the heels of his boots or the points of his elbows. Sometimes he would be rough on purpose, in fact, wanting to set Claude's glasses askew, to bring a flicker into his face. Claude was solid like marble, and cold like it too, and he made Alois feel very small even when Alois was in the middle of a growth spurt.
Alois does not feel particularly small, up here with Joker. A little bit, but not disproportionately so. Joker is strong enough not to drop Alois, but his grip is still human (or as human as one can be with such a pair of wings). And Alois' fingers are stuck to Joker's clothes like a kitten's claws, but Joker doesn't feel like marble. He feels like a real person. Alois hasn't clung to a real person since he slept with his brother in piles of hay. Talk about being small.
He's breathing shallowly once he's finally settled on a beam, mostly from exhilaration. At last he pries his hands away from Joker's shirt, and he sits upon the beam more gingerly than he does most things. Fatalistic as he may be, it's instinct to try and keep himself from falling down.
Tentative and testing, he swings his feet just slightly, looking down with big eyes.]
I've never—how often do you do this?