[ Hopefully she doesn't get used to it, because this is the last time it'll ever happen.
Slowly, he rises to his feet, the rustle of feathers against each other, the fabric of his clothes, the walls of the barn, filling the air with a quiet susurrus. His footsteps seem stable at least as he walks towards her, the Disease™ eating away at mostly his mind instead of his muscles and reflexes.
Once he's close enough, he peers down at her. She looks.....hmm, kind of stony. If he tugs at an arm, will she snap? But that would be for the best, right? One less thing to worry about, one fewer shackle to the horribleness known as existence? (No.) There's just enough rationality left in his mind to realize what a bad idea that might be and he changes course, crouching down and positioning his hands - one flat against the floor, the other wrapping carefully around her ankle - so he can pull out her shoe in one swift motion.
The heel comes out with the smallest of pops and Eustace leans back, letting go with a satisfied expression on his face. ]
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Slowly, he rises to his feet, the rustle of feathers against each other, the fabric of his clothes, the walls of the barn, filling the air with a quiet susurrus. His footsteps seem stable at least as he walks towards her, the Disease™ eating away at mostly his mind instead of his muscles and reflexes.
Once he's close enough, he peers down at her. She looks.....hmm, kind of stony. If he tugs at an arm, will she snap? But that would be for the best, right? One less thing to worry about, one fewer shackle to the horribleness known as existence? (No.) There's just enough rationality left in his mind to realize what a bad idea that might be and he changes course, crouching down and positioning his hands - one flat against the floor, the other wrapping carefully around her ankle - so he can pull out her shoe in one swift motion.
The heel comes out with the smallest of pops and Eustace leans back, letting go with a satisfied expression on his face. ]