[ Natalie wouldn't have offered Misty her hand for the walk down. It's not something she really does, for a lot of reasons, and yeah, maybe one of them is that there aren't a lot of girls who have ever wanted to touch her grubby, boy-spoiled fingers.
But so have Misty's. If there's anybody in the goddamn world with hands as bad as Natalie's, it's probably Misty.
And her fingers are sharp, laced through Natalie's. Sharp and roughed up, like all of their hands, chapped from cold and hard work and a tragic lack of moisturizer. Natalie squeezes hard enough that it hurts both of them. ]
Atta girl.
[ A frankly fucking weird thing to say, but it just slips out, her mouth moving over somebody else's words. Natalie would flush or fumble if she had the energy for it, but as it is, that bizarre semi-paternal praise stands as-is.
She won't think about it. She just starts walking, unconsciously falling into the practised pace of the hunt. She doesn't think about that, either, or how it's probably too fast for Misty's legs. She's just gotten used to keeping up with somebody else's longer limbs. ]
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They're worse hands now. They've done uglier things.
But so have Misty's. If there's anybody in the goddamn world with hands as bad as Natalie's, it's probably Misty.
And her fingers are sharp, laced through Natalie's. Sharp and roughed up, like all of their hands, chapped from cold and hard work and a tragic lack of moisturizer. Natalie squeezes hard enough that it hurts both of them. ]
Atta girl.
[ A frankly fucking weird thing to say, but it just slips out, her mouth moving over somebody else's words. Natalie would flush or fumble if she had the energy for it, but as it is, that bizarre semi-paternal praise stands as-is.
She won't think about it. She just starts walking, unconsciously falling into the practised pace of the hunt. She doesn't think about that, either, or how it's probably too fast for Misty's legs. She's just gotten used to keeping up with somebody else's longer limbs. ]