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Arthur did so, working at keeping his balance, his arms out to his sides. "Now what?"
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Arthur bent easily, grabbing his foot, and laid his torso down almost parallel with his leg. "Like this?"
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Arthur chuckled. "Yes, I thought that was the whole point." He grinned up at Cyrin. "How long do you want me to hold this?"
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Arthur held for about 30 seconds, before switching legs. He held that for about 30 seconds as well, before turning back to look at Cyrin. "Next?"
Cyrin shrugs slightly, “I mean. . . I think you could already put your foot in your mouth with out my help.” He watches Arthur stretch, “That doesn’t look hard for you at all.”
He thinks for a moment, “Put on hand on the desk, then lift your foot, grabbing your ankle with your hand and lift it as high as you can without bending it.”
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Arthur managed to get his foot up pretty high. "I dont know, I feel like it's the bending my leg to get my foot into my mouth bit I'd fail at."
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Arthur nodded, and managed to get his heel up by his forehead.
Flexibility was just one of the things that being a Revenant helped with.
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Sixclaw was losing his mind. This was ridiculous! What did this have to do with anything!?
But Arthur assured him it was all part of getting Cyrin's trust, getting him hooked further into the relationship, and then breaking him.
Arthur bent his knee, which left his foot stuck out in front of him, even with his knee tucked to his chest. "Yeah, but how do I get the foot to my mouth?"
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"Oh." Arthur laughed and touched his cheek with his foot. "I guess I could, couldn't I… weird." He winked at Cyrin. "I'm not actually putting my foot in my mouth. But glad to know I could."
He paused in the position for a moment, glancing at Cyrin's hands on his leg, the gentle touch making him smile.
"You're not hurting me, Cyrin. Don't worry." he said quietly.
Cyrin laughs softly, “I know. I don’t either. But there are some moves I do where it comes close. Not many, and I’ve only had one or two routines like that, but still.”
“Well, there are some people this position would hurt. Usually because they aren’t flexible, didn’t stretch enough and the like.” He looks at Arthur, “I’m not worried about me hurting you, I just. . . Don’t want you to pull a muscle or anything.” He pauses and then laughs, “I guess that is me worrying.”
He steps back, letting go, “Can you hold it though, with out my help?”
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Arthur's eyebrows went up. "Oh, you do this to music and stuff… that's…. that seems hard."
He had to smile at Cyrin's concern. "Thanks for worrying… I'm ok though."
Cyrin let go, and Arthur held the position fine, now that he knew what he was supposed to be doing. "like this?"
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Arthur nodded. "I bet you'd be good at it by now. Probably keeps you pretty flexible, huh?" He winked, hoping that wasn't too flirty for Cyrin.
Though he did quirk an eyebrow after a moment. "Ok, just like this. Now what? Why am I holding this?"
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Arthur dropped his leg and settled into a much more comfortable position, though he stayed where he was, giving Cyrin a look.
"Something's got you shy over there. What's up?"
He'd clearly pushed the right button to make Cyrin act all bashful, and it was cute.
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"Oh, it's clearly something." Arthur stepped a little closer, looking up into Cyrin's eyes. "What's got you blushing so badly, huh?"
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(thats totally fine, no problem here)
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(didn't you say 150-300 words? ;)
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Arthur stood there, his smile never faltering. "C'mon buddy… what's got that pretty face of yours turning all pink?"