[(The wings make you look way fucking taller, Venus.)
She feels tiny. At the point of wanting comfort without reason, Erika feels small, and frail, and socially stunted, and all the things that she pretends she's not (or at least isn't bothered by) but knows she is, and trying to think it all away leads down an unbreakable loop of logic and illogic. Infinite recursion, overflow, error.
This is not Hinata's problem to worry about. It shouldn't be Venus', but Erika is selfish, and the station keeps turning anyways, somehow.
She walks wordlessly to Venus and wraps her arms jerkily around her back, letting Memetan drop gently behind her feet. (Botamon drops to it from the desk, curious, and too naive to be worried just yet.) That's the hardest, weirdest part of the hug for her, not being this close, but managing her arms - how tight does she want to be hugged? How tight does Erika need to hug her? It's strange, and there's less in the grip of Erika's arms around Venus' ribs than there is in the grip of her fingers in the back of Venus' jumpsuit.
She presses her face to Venus' shoulder and thinks about the phenomenon of not being dead.]
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She feels tiny. At the point of wanting comfort without reason, Erika feels small, and frail, and socially stunted, and all the things that she pretends she's not (or at least isn't bothered by) but knows she is, and trying to think it all away leads down an unbreakable loop of logic and illogic. Infinite recursion, overflow, error.
This is not Hinata's problem to worry about. It shouldn't be Venus', but Erika is selfish, and the station keeps turning anyways, somehow.
She walks wordlessly to Venus and wraps her arms jerkily around her back, letting Memetan drop gently behind her feet. (Botamon drops to it from the desk, curious, and too naive to be worried just yet.) That's the hardest, weirdest part of the hug for her, not being this close, but managing her arms - how tight does she want to be hugged? How tight does Erika need to hug her? It's strange, and there's less in the grip of Erika's arms around Venus' ribs than there is in the grip of her fingers in the back of Venus' jumpsuit.
She presses her face to Venus' shoulder and thinks about the phenomenon of not being dead.]