A collab between Demai and Inuiri
As soon as the elevator doors opened, Des had taken a step forward--only to quickly take three back, not wanting to accidentally crush the staffmember and the child he assumed was his daughter. An apology immediately slipped out, and he shifted Meadow a little. She was better with people than he was, and on instinct, he did his best to make himself a little smaller. That want was exacerbated by how the little girl looked at him.
Meadow, on the other hand, had the exact opposite reaction, lurching forward at the sight of them. “Margot!” She squealed gleefully, slipping from Des’ arms and holding his hand, leading him forward with a smile, bumping his arm with her forehead to get him to shake her hand.
Des was terribly torn, between the fact that Margot was literally sidling behind the wheelchair to avoid him and Meadow’s exuberance. The girl did not want to shake his hand, and Meadow was now nudging him. He looked at the latter with a helpless expression, and then hesitated before offering his normal hand as Margot reached forward, a little hope rising up in his chest. She took her hand back quickly, and that hope fizzled out promptly. He drew his back before he could touch her, whispering an apology. “Nice to meet you too.” He said softly, smiling a little at her. And for once, his voice didn’t scrape or anything
Meadow frowned a tiny bit at the awkwardness, hugging his metal arm tight to show him how much she loved it if Margot didn’t. She reached forward a little so she didn’t have to release Des, hugging Margot with one arm and grinning. “I missed you!” The ginger chirped happily. “Dezzy is the best in the world and he’s the sweetest.” She declared.
Des’ chest warmed at Meadow’s actions, and he was terribly grateful for her. He leaned down, resting his head on hers for a moment before straightening a little once more, blushing at Meadow’s response. She thought he was the sweetest? He curled his metal fingers a little, squeezing her hand gently. His actions earned a little giggle from the hybrid, leaning up to bump her forehead to his, nuzzling their noses together and tucking herself into his side as she looked back to David and Margot expectantly.
Meadow, on the other hand, had the exact opposite reaction, lurching forward at the sight of them. “Margot!” She squealed gleefully, slipping from Des’ arms and holding his hand, leading him forward with a smile, bumping his arm with her forehead to get him to shake her hand.
Des was terribly torn, between the fact that Margot was literally sidling behind the wheelchair to avoid him and Meadow’s exuberance. The girl did not want to shake his hand, and Meadow was now nudging him. He looked at the latter with a helpless expression, and then hesitated before offering his normal hand as Margot reached forward, a little hope rising up in his chest. She took her hand back quickly, and that hope fizzled out promptly. He drew his back before he could touch her, whispering an apology. “Nice to meet you too.” He said softly, smiling a little at her. And for once, his voice didn’t scrape or anything
Meadow frowned a tiny bit at the awkwardness, hugging his metal arm tight to show him how much she loved it if Margot didn’t. She reached forward a little so she didn’t have to release Des, hugging Margot with one arm and grinning. “I missed you!” The ginger chirped happily. “Dezzy is the best in the world and he’s the sweetest.” She declared.
Des’ chest warmed at Meadow’s actions, and he was terribly grateful for her. He leaned down, resting his head on hers for a moment before straightening a little once more, blushing at Meadow’s response. She thought he was the sweetest? He curled his metal fingers a little, squeezing her hand gently. His actions earned a little giggle from the hybrid, leaning up to bump her forehead to his, nuzzling their noses together and tucking herself into his side as she looked back to David and Margot expectantly.