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ifinallymadeamusebox[ The question may be raised as to what Rin and Mercury are doing on the train together. Surely there's some important lore to be uncovered there, some snippet of interaction worth recalling. Something. Anything.
Maybe there is, but that's not important now.
What is important is that this train is packed well beyond what has to be its intended capacity; it's barely feasible to even turn in place, and Mercury is fairly certain that if he were to try and lift an arm he'd elbow three people in the face by doing so. Which... isn't really incentive not to, mind you.
His attention, however, isn't on the other people in the train. He and Rin had managed to secure a spot in the corner so they at least aren't surrounded on all sides by people who had surrendered the concept of personal space, with her facing the wall and him behind her. Directly behind her. The amount of space between his chest and her back is practically negative with how crammed they are, and he has one hand against the wall to her side to support his balance whenever the train rocks.
Which, when they're so close together, comes with a unique brand of friction that isn't exactly advisbale for a public setting.
... That doesn't stop him from thinking about it.
That doesn't stop him from letting his other hand brush along her thigh, just below the hem of her skirt.
No one's looking, anyway.
...
Probably. ]
Maybe there is, but that's not important now.
What is important is that this train is packed well beyond what has to be its intended capacity; it's barely feasible to even turn in place, and Mercury is fairly certain that if he were to try and lift an arm he'd elbow three people in the face by doing so. Which... isn't really incentive not to, mind you.
His attention, however, isn't on the other people in the train. He and Rin had managed to secure a spot in the corner so they at least aren't surrounded on all sides by people who had surrendered the concept of personal space, with her facing the wall and him behind her. Directly behind her. The amount of space between his chest and her back is practically negative with how crammed they are, and he has one hand against the wall to her side to support his balance whenever the train rocks.
Which, when they're so close together, comes with a unique brand of friction that isn't exactly advisbale for a public setting.
... That doesn't stop him from thinking about it.
That doesn't stop him from letting his other hand brush along her thigh, just below the hem of her skirt.
No one's looking, anyway.
...
Probably. ]
