[Within 5 minutes, he will in fact pull up as close as humanly (if not legally) possible to the tree Sunny’s stuck in. The ladder of questionable stability is hauled out of the trunk (which has been open this whole time, unable to close around the tossed-in metallic monstrosity), and plopped against the trunk.]
[Floch makes a token effort at holding it steady. It’s a little short for where Sunny is. Boyfriend Supreme just stands there.]
[Floch digs the ladder into the ground a little more, actually tests it against the tree, then hauls his own ass up. Not quite to the top rung, which would make this easiest, but enough to be in Sunny’s reach. It’s not that he doesn’t care about Sunny enough to go all the way; it’s that Floch comes first and if he’s gonna break his ass it won’t be from the top. hueh.]
I’ll get down when you do. [Floch’s tone stays firm, and more than a little confused, but he tries to look understanding. Shit, this isn’t usually his thing.
[If he moves up another rung, he could at least get a hand on Sunny’s back, but if Sunny jumps or flinches the wrong way they’re both boned. So Floch does what he’s better at: talks.] How’d you even get up here?
[He tries to make that sound more certain than “I don’t have a gun.” But for real, now he can’t fall. Or if he does, it’ll be carrying Sunny, so his death won’t be for nothing—]
Just give me your hand. We’ll both get down safe. [“Safe”? Tender for him. Sunny’s worried…]
Theeere we go. [Floch takes Sunny’s hand, and they’re good.
[The ladder doesn’t welcome the shuffle, but Floch very, very slowly descends a rung, keeping Sunny’s hand all the while. There’s a branch to his other side Floch could grab in case of a slip, and Sunny’s easy enough to carry under one arm, but that shouldn’t be necessary.]
Easy. [He talks over the creaking.] Ignore that noise. Just come down…
[Sunny shudders. His heart is racing, pulse drumming in his ears, and he feels warmth stinging his eyes. He takes his time descending the ladder, tightly gripping Floch's hand, trying to focus on each rung until they've reached the ground.
[Once they do, and he sees that Floch is on two feet, he throws himself at him (gently), wrapping his arms tightly around the man's middle. His shoulders are quaking just a little.
[Kink and therapy have really done wonders with allowing Sunny to cry when he needs to; still, Floch's never seen it before.]
[It’s probably more than that, but Floch’s not the feelings guy. Or at least he didn’t think he was, but then Sunny’s arms are around his waist, Sunny’s shaking, and, uh;]
Shit, babe, are you crying? [Half-whispered. Floch really doesn’t know what to do with that. But he’s not just gonna shove his boyfriend off.
[So, he looks around, makes sure no one’s watching (hell, he’d scowl at whoever did), and… awkwardly raises his arms around Sunny, too.]
[Floch Forster is not safe. He’s not a safe driver, he’s not safe with firearms, and he’s sure as hell not safe with emotions and vulnerability… usually.
[But if he’s safe for Sunny, that counts for something.]
[He indulges Sunny a bit longer, then offers a couple pats on the back.]
Come on, Sunny. [At least his voice is warm, in a Floch kind of way.] Still up for that slushie?
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[Not the Arlert residence, thank the devil.]
Make it 1
[Within 5 minutes, he will in fact pull up as close as humanly (if not legally) possible to the tree Sunny’s stuck in. The ladder of questionable stability is hauled out of the trunk (which has been open this whole time, unable to close around the tossed-in metallic monstrosity), and plopped against the trunk.]
[Floch makes a token effort at holding it steady. It’s a little short for where Sunny is. Boyfriend Supreme just stands there.]
Hey, babe. Whenever you’re ready.
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[It's a long way down...]
I...can't reach. [He probably could, but he doesn't want to fall.]
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[Sigh.]
Hold on.
[Floch digs the ladder into the ground a little more, actually tests it against the tree, then hauls his own ass up. Not quite to the top rung, which would make this easiest, but enough to be in Sunny’s reach. It’s not that he doesn’t care about Sunny enough to go all the way; it’s that Floch comes first and if he’s gonna break his ass it won’t be from the top.
hueh.]That better?
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[Sunny freezes, shakes his head.]
Get down. I'll...I'll do it.
I guess he can have decent boyfriend hours after all??
[Oh, something changed. Floch frowns.] Huh? No, I’m already here.
[Fine. Up a rung it is. The ladder squeaks and creaks, and Floch reaches out.] I got you, Sunny.
it's the sunny effect
P-please...g-get down.
[Eren, Eren, Eren - he wishes Eren were here.]
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[All right, that is not good. Is he tripping?]
I’ll get down when you do. [Floch’s tone stays firm, and more than a little confused, but he tries to look understanding. Shit, this isn’t usually his thing.
[If he moves up another rung, he could at least get a hand on Sunny’s back, but if Sunny jumps or flinches the wrong way they’re both boned. So Floch does what he’s better at: talks.] How’d you even get up here?
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You'll fall. Please...
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Babe, I’m not gonna fall.
[He tries to make that sound more certain than “I don’t have a gun.” But for real, now he can’t fall. Or if he does, it’ll be carrying Sunny, so his death won’t be for nothing—]
Just give me your hand. We’ll both get down safe. [“Safe”? Tender for him. Sunny’s worried…]
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[He shifts on the branch, reaching out to take Floch's hand. Carefully, he steps down.]
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Theeere we go. [Floch takes Sunny’s hand, and they’re good.
[The ladder doesn’t welcome the shuffle, but Floch very, very slowly descends a rung, keeping Sunny’s hand all the while. There’s a branch to his other side Floch could grab in case of a slip, and Sunny’s easy enough to carry under one arm, but that shouldn’t be necessary.]
Easy. [He talks over the creaking.] Ignore that noise. Just come down…
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[Once they do, and he sees that Floch is on two feet, he throws himself at him (gently), wrapping his arms tightly around the man's middle. His shoulders are quaking just a little.
[Kink and therapy have really done wonders with allowing Sunny to cry when he needs to; still, Floch's never seen it before.]
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[Jeez… Must be a hell of a trip.
[It’s probably more than that, but Floch’s not the feelings guy. Or at least he didn’t think he was, but then Sunny’s arms are around his waist, Sunny’s shaking, and, uh;]
Shit, babe, are you crying? [Half-whispered. Floch really doesn’t know what to do with that. But he’s not just gonna shove his boyfriend off.
[So, he looks around, makes sure no one’s watching (hell, he’d scowl at whoever did), and… awkwardly raises his arms around Sunny, too.]
[Very, very quietly:] You’re safe, Sunny.
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You're safe.
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[Floch Forster is not safe. He’s not a safe driver, he’s not safe with firearms, and he’s sure as hell not safe with emotions and vulnerability… usually.
[But if he’s safe for Sunny, that counts for something.]
[He indulges Sunny a bit longer, then offers a couple pats on the back.]
Come on, Sunny. [At least his voice is warm, in a Floch kind of way.] Still up for that slushie?
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[He nods against Floch's chest, pulling away. All done with that. He wipes at his eyes. They dry a lot quicker than Eren's do.]