[He almost does just that, Reaper's arm under his knees making him lose his grip on his own wrists and tip backward into the hand against his back. You shut up, Reaper, he's not small you're just enormous. He strings together another sentence, this time actually unintelligible, but more because he just plain seems to have forgotten how to use his tongue than he's trying not to be heard. He presses his palms flat against the front of the man he's currently perched on the arm of, and blinks very slowly, one eye after another.]
...not here, no.
[That's. A confusingly vague statement, cat.]
[But before anything can be voiced or questioned about that, he pushes a little against his chest.]
no subject
...not here, no.
[That's. A confusingly vague statement, cat.]
[But before anything can be voiced or questioned about that, he pushes a little against his chest.]
...pu'me down.