Musebox

That's okay, because Trunks honestly wasn't sure what else to say. Just so very acutely aware of the heat of his blush, of how she was warm and still effectively cuddled against him, and how awkward it felt now. Pretty sure he could hear his own heartbeat, and he had no clue how to fix things.

Did they even need fixing? He wasn't sure, and his thoughts were going in several different directions. It was almost like when he was in a fight, not training but a true fight--in that everything seemed slower and yet was happening in seconds or less. Only stretching on more and more uncomfortably quiet too...

Eventually at least, he came to a sort of decision. His face already was bright red, so he ignored his tension and embarrassment, and looped an arm under her legs again. The other around Chinatsu's back and shoulders, and Trunks shifted to crouch, then up to his feet. This would surely fall under 'acceptable' reasons to carry her, right?

Sure steps along the wooden floor, and then through a door into the small area that functioned as storage and locker room. Heading for the wooden bench, where she could rest but it wouldn't be quite so intimate awkward he hoped.