[ Waver is wondering how on earth he got to this point right about now, but he goes along with it. It's not like he has any other choice.
He moves his eyes to Dylas's lap and hesitates for a moment, not really knowing what to do. Does he sit facing him? Away from him? Does he flat out refuse to do it because it's super embarrassing sitting in another guy's lap? Eventually, after swallowing slowly and pulling himself together, he moves.
He decides to sit facing away from Dylas, because it's slightly less embarrassing than staring straight at the other's face. He's light with his movements, not that he needs to be. Waver is scrawny and probably barely makes a dent when he finally plants his rear down on Dylas's lap. But he doesn't want to mess this up and have the guy make fun of him some more. ]
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He moves his eyes to Dylas's lap and hesitates for a moment, not really knowing what to do. Does he sit facing him? Away from him? Does he flat out refuse to do it because it's super embarrassing sitting in another guy's lap? Eventually, after swallowing slowly and pulling himself together, he moves.
He decides to sit facing away from Dylas, because it's slightly less embarrassing than staring straight at the other's face. He's light with his movements, not that he needs to be. Waver is scrawny and probably barely makes a dent when he finally plants his rear down on Dylas's lap. But he doesn't want to mess this up and have the guy make fun of him some more. ]