[As soon as Futaba asks, he begins rapping his kunckles against the glass to direct him to the window. Once he sees her, he cracks a smile, the first one since he began his trek back to Hero's Rest.]
Shorty, you's a sight for bad eyes.
[That's definitely how it goes, right? Whether or not that's the case, he knows Futaba understands what he's saying.
When the window doesn't budge, he follows her to the next one. Once it cracks open, he helps her from outside, pushing it upward as much as they can. It stops shy of fully opening but, while it might be a tight fit for him, at lesst it was a way in.]
Careful with the cake, aight.
[Beat passes the food over as instructed, first the cake, then the bucket of chicken.]
Aight, I'm comin' in.
[Heaving himself off the ground he hops onto the window sill and begins making his way through. Everything looks fine until he get in past his shoulders and—]
Hold up.
[At first he pushes against window frame, then he tries to push the window to open further to no avail. Yep, he's definitely stuck...]
A li'l help, yo? [Just gonna extend a hand out to Futaba right now.]
[She does know what he means, so she doesn't bother to correct him, she's just happy to see him not frozen like a Beat snowman outside. Snowbeat? Beatman? Well whatever, he's in one piece, that's all that matters.]
You think I'd drop a cake? Are you crazy?! [She even makes a show of handling it with extreme care, setting it far off from the window, just in case. But when he gets stuck... something something "oh no stepbro" or something, oh no... no!!]
Beat, this is gonna sound real weird if it were out of context, but uh... you're too big to fit. Through the window I mean! Lemme try to get it open more, it might be jammed. You try to push up one side, I'll get the other. If we can get it open a little more, I should be able to pull you through.
[Truly the high five meme here, but at least she won't let Beat drown... or in this case, stay stuck in the window. She's going to try to push one side up on the window and hope that the two of them pushing the window up will make a little more wiggle room.]
[Of course he has to mention the cake! He's been handling it carefully throughout the whole trip back, it would be a shame if something were to happen to it now.]
Whatcha mean outta conte—
[He doesn't have to finish what he's saying. It suddenly clicks and he can feel his cheeks begin to burn bright red. Was it because of the cold outside or something else entirely? HARD TO SAY. Clamming up immediately, he focuses on whatever else Futaba has to say, hoping his unintended question doesn't bring more attention to her earlier comment.]
[Shifting himself around, he gets some leverage to push against window opposite of Futaba.]
[He puts in as much strength to making some room as he could, given the position he finds himself in. Between the two of them, the window budges an inch or two, creaking and groaning all throughout before it gets stuck once again. There's a bit more room, but not enough for Beat get through on his own.]
Think it's still gonna be pretty tight, yo.
[Some of the cool air and snow begins to seep in, settling on the sill and the edge of the floor.]
[HE SHOULD BE USED TO THIS, but sometimes she still catches him unaware.]
Hope? I'm sure we got this, yo!
[Is this blind faith? Yes. Yes, it is. But he takes her hands, gripping tightly as she begins pulling. He kicks his legs even if he's not sure how it will work, yet somehow it does! That and Futaba's leverage and support seems to be doing the trick. And maybe the melted snow on the sill is helping too.]
Keep goin', Shorty! I think we almost got it.
[And it does! Beat practically pops out of the window and, unfortunately, onto Futaba. Sorry Futaba, but your clothes might be a little damp now, on top of Beat's weight on you.]
[LEGGY KICKIN': WORKS, she's remembering that for later. Something something SCIENCE or whatever. What she didn't account for was Beat suddenly sliding through the window a little too quickly and them landing on the floor.
Well, at least the food was saved! So, little victories and all.]
Beat... I like you and all... but you're too heavy...!
Shit! [And he scrambles off of her, getting up on all fours. He looks sheepishly at her for a moment while she's still on the floor.] Sorry 'bout that.
[But his expression shifts, and he chuckles as his lips pull into a large, lopsided grin.]
[Oh, he knows that Look. But her flailing only causes him to laugh even more.]
Whatchu talkin' 'bout? You helped loads. Can't a guy glaze his girl?
[He flashes her a grin before pushing himself off the floor, and extending a hand to help her back up as well. If Futaba takes it, she'll notice it's still a little cold from the weather outside.]
Tadaima.
[He greets her in their native tongue, a small habit he picked up soon after she joined the crew and her move to Hero's Rest.]
I guessssss. Maybe just dating you means I've gotten stronger somehow. Strength by osmosis? Is that even a thing?
[Oh, he's awfully cold... time for some warm food and to shove him near a fire or something to warm up, but at least her hands are warm. Guess he could just hold them too!! As Futaba is standing up, she'll give him a little grin and respond in kind.]
Okaeri, but no more going out in the snow, okay? You're super cold, damn.
Yeah, didn't think it was gonna snow like that, you know?
[He's definitely not letting go of her hands when they're slowly warming him up. In fact, he takes her hands places them on either side of his face, holding them in place for a few short moments. It's going to take a bit to get him fully warm, especially with his damp clothes, but it's a start.]
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Date: 2026-01-22 06:38 am (UTC)Shorty, you's a sight for bad eyes.
[That's definitely how it goes, right? Whether or not that's the case, he knows Futaba understands what he's saying.
When the window doesn't budge, he follows her to the next one. Once it cracks open, he helps her from outside, pushing it upward as much as they can. It stops shy of fully opening but, while it might be a tight fit for him, at lesst it was a way in.]
Careful with the cake, aight.
[Beat passes the food over as instructed, first the cake, then the bucket of chicken.]
Aight, I'm comin' in.
[Heaving himself off the ground he hops onto the window sill and begins making his way through. Everything looks fine until he get in past his shoulders and—]
Hold up.
[At first he pushes against window frame, then he tries to push the window to open further to no avail. Yep, he's definitely stuck...]
A li'l help, yo? [Just gonna extend a hand out to Futaba right now.]
:')
Date: 2026-01-25 02:00 am (UTC)You think I'd drop a cake? Are you crazy?! [She even makes a show of handling it with extreme care, setting it far off from the window, just in case. But when he gets stuck... something something "oh no stepbro" or something, oh no... no!!]
Beat, this is gonna sound real weird if it were out of context, but uh... you're too big to fit. Through the window I mean! Lemme try to get it open more, it might be jammed. You try to push up one side, I'll get the other. If we can get it open a little more, I should be able to pull you through.
[Truly the high five meme here, but at least she won't let Beat drown... or in this case, stay stuck in the window. She's going to try to push one side up on the window and hope that the two of them pushing the window up will make a little more wiggle room.]
LMAOOO also 1/2
Date: 2026-01-25 02:35 am (UTC)Whatcha mean outta conte—
[He doesn't have to finish what he's saying. It suddenly clicks and he can feel his cheeks begin to burn bright red. Was it because of the cold outside or something else entirely? HARD TO SAY. Clamming up immediately, he focuses on whatever else Futaba has to say, hoping his unintended question doesn't bring more attention to her earlier comment.]
[Shifting himself around, he gets some leverage to push against window opposite of Futaba.]
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Date: 2026-01-25 02:35 am (UTC)[He puts in as much strength to making some room as he could, given the position he finds himself in. Between the two of them, the window budges an inch or two, creaking and groaning all throughout before it gets stuck once again. There's a bit more room, but not enough for Beat get through on his own.]
Think it's still gonna be pretty tight, yo.
[Some of the cool air and snow begins to seep in, settling on the sill and the edge of the floor.]
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Date: 2026-01-26 06:42 am (UTC)Damn it, I figured we could get the window open more... but I guess not. All right, gonna just have to pull you through and hope for the best!
[Using all of her nonexistent upper body strength, Futaba grabs Beat's hands, braces a foot on the wall, and pulls to the extent of her ability.]
Start... kickin'... those... leggies....!
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Date: 2026-01-26 07:05 am (UTC)Hope? I'm sure we got this, yo!
[Is this blind faith? Yes. Yes, it is. But he takes her hands, gripping tightly as she begins pulling. He kicks his legs even if he's not sure how it will work, yet somehow it does! That and Futaba's leverage and support seems to be doing the trick. And maybe the melted snow on the sill is helping too.]
Keep goin', Shorty! I think we almost got it.
[And it does! Beat practically pops out of the window and, unfortunately, onto Futaba. Sorry Futaba, but your clothes might be a little damp now, on top of Beat's weight on you.]
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Date: 2026-01-27 02:12 am (UTC)Well, at least the food was saved! So, little victories and all.]
Beat... I like you and all... but you're too heavy...!
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Date: 2026-01-27 05:03 am (UTC)[But his expression shifts, and he chuckles as his lips pull into a large, lopsided grin.]
You's stronger than you look, Shorty.
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Date: 2026-01-29 03:38 am (UTC)Me? Strong? Are you crazy? A lot of that was your momentum, I just... kinda helped!
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Date: 2026-01-29 03:49 am (UTC)Whatchu talkin' 'bout? You helped loads. Can't a guy glaze his girl?
[He flashes her a grin before pushing himself off the floor, and extending a hand to help her back up as well. If Futaba takes it, she'll notice it's still a little cold from the weather outside.]
Tadaima.
[He greets her in their native tongue, a small habit he picked up soon after she joined the crew and her move to Hero's Rest.]
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Date: 2026-01-30 07:12 am (UTC)I guessssss. Maybe just dating you means I've gotten stronger somehow. Strength by osmosis? Is that even a thing?
[Oh, he's awfully cold... time for some warm food and to shove him near a fire or something to warm up, but at least her hands are warm. Guess he could just hold them too!! As Futaba is standing up, she'll give him a little grin and respond in kind.]
Okaeri, but no more going out in the snow, okay? You're super cold, damn.
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Date: 2026-01-30 10:50 am (UTC)[He's definitely not letting go of her hands when they're slowly warming him up. In fact, he takes her hands places them on either side of his face, holding them in place for a few short moments. It's going to take a bit to get him fully warm, especially with his damp clothes, but it's a start.]
Didn't get too wet 'cause a' me, did ya?