It's more she was smaller than she seemed with the uniform on, because weight was not an issue as far as he was concerned. Certainly not while powered up--which he should think about letting go of soon maybe. Her shifting made him pause and pull her a bit closer in, which is when that she was blushing fully hit him.
She might think of herself as all-muscle, but from carrying her Trunks was aware she had curves too. Lithe and lean muscle tone and slim, under fair skin that peeked through rips in her clothing. Much like his own uniform, thanks to their sparring.
His head turned up and away, although green-eyes had narrowed for a moment, nostrils flaring. Suddenly acutely aware that she was in his arms, and only blushing likely because he was still transformed. "I...uh...I get the impression any airborne threats are usually either vehicular or creatures--not individual people who fly. In Alrest..."
His adolescence hadn't exactly been normal; he knew about hormones though, and feelings. It had just hit him, that this was--again--a woman who was not his mother, or android 18. Whom was quite attractive and a fierce warrior, and he wasn't sure if this all made him uncomfortable or if he enjoyed this. Both, which was a decidedly odd sensation.
"Strictly speaking, in Alrest they are almost always both."
Casual conversation to hide confusion of her own. She had never paid attention to anyone at any time; that sort of thing would simply get in the way of her duties as Special Inquisitor. The realization that six months of very different work on a very different schedule had dulled that instinct caught her entirely unawares. And now here she was, noticing a man was actually a man, and she didn't know what to do about that.
"...I thought that might be, given what you've told us before in tactical meetings." Casual conversation was good. Distracting. Helping him try not to focus on his newfound sudden awareness. Pushing the distracting feelings aside, usually into training, had always worked before after all.
"George seemed to be the only one who wasn't surprised. By the fact that I fly. Granted, he was expecting it to be on a broomstick."
Oh good, they were almost back on the ground. Where he could let her down safely. Out of his arms, yes getting her out of his arms and not so close.
"It certainly surprised me. Ordinarily only a Blade would be able to do that." She cleared her throat, casting about for another topic. "You are going to need to help me find my clothes, you know."
"Ri-right...." So odd to hear that hint of bashfulness compared to the confidence he'd displayed during their sparring. "It's still weird to me, to think of a Blade being a person. No offense..."
"You aren't entirely human, but you're no less a person. And I certainly hope no one has ever told you otherwise," she said, enough fire in her voice to make clear what she thought of such a notion, or such a person.
"No, you're right...I phrased it wrong." Green-eyes flicked her way, head turning just a bit, before looking away again. ".......thank you." Much more quiet on that, but Trunks was actually touched at the hint of fire.
Oh good, here's the ground. A light touch-down, both feet, sure of his balance, and he could let her go now. Soon as she looked like she'd like to get down, he'd help her.
She was in more than a little hurry -- not because she found the situation unpleasant, though. The opposite, in fact. When she had her feet under her, she cleared her throat and smoothed down her uniform, inadvertently calling attention to where it had ripped... "All's well that ends well, yes?"
As soon as she was steady on her feet, Trunks took a slight step back to give her more space. Finally also letting super-saiyan fade, and keeping his head ducked so he would hopefully not blush. "Ye-yes. Good test for your new toys, huh."
Awkwardly bringing his arms up and crossing them so he wouldn't fidget. Which also emphasized that he'd lost a sleeve of his tee-shirt, among other rips himself.
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Date: 2019-12-04 02:28 am (UTC)She might think of herself as all-muscle, but from carrying her Trunks was aware she had curves too. Lithe and lean muscle tone and slim, under fair skin that peeked through rips in her clothing. Much like his own uniform, thanks to their sparring.
His head turned up and away, although green-eyes had narrowed for a moment, nostrils flaring. Suddenly acutely aware that she was in his arms, and only blushing likely because he was still transformed. "I...uh...I get the impression any airborne threats are usually either vehicular or creatures--not individual people who fly. In Alrest..."
His adolescence hadn't exactly been normal; he knew about hormones though, and feelings. It had just hit him, that this was--again--a woman who was not his mother, or android 18. Whom was quite attractive and a fierce warrior, and he wasn't sure if this all made him uncomfortable or if he enjoyed this. Both, which was a decidedly odd sensation.
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Date: 2019-12-04 02:32 am (UTC)Casual conversation to hide confusion of her own. She had never paid attention to anyone at any time; that sort of thing would simply get in the way of her duties as Special Inquisitor. The realization that six months of very different work on a very different schedule had dulled that instinct caught her entirely unawares. And now here she was, noticing a man was actually a man, and she didn't know what to do about that.
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Date: 2019-12-04 02:42 am (UTC)trynot to focus on his newfound sudden awareness. Pushing the distracting feelings aside, usually into training, had always worked before after all."George seemed to be the only one who wasn't surprised. By the fact that I fly. Granted, he was expecting it to be on a broomstick."
Oh good, they were almost back on the ground. Where he could let her down safely. Out of his arms, yes getting her out of his arms and not so close.
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Date: 2019-12-04 03:18 am (UTC)Oh good, here's the ground. A light touch-down, both feet, sure of his balance, and he could let her go now. Soon as she looked like she'd like to get down, he'd help her.
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Date: 2019-12-04 03:26 am (UTC)Awkwardly bringing his arms up and crossing them so he wouldn't fidget. Which also emphasized that he'd lost a sleeve of his tee-shirt, among other rips himself.