[Here, have a small child trying to hide their entire face in their sweater sleeves
They can dish it out but they can't take it.
They make a small squeaky mumbling noise that could be a thanks or could be a 'don't look at me': anything, really. Even they don't really know.
And then... there's an uncomfortable hollow pulsing sensation in their chest and their breath hitches and there's a flash of purple and a tugging sensation-
Suddenly the small cubicle is criss-crossed with glowing purple strings at various angles and attachment points; floors, ceiling, walls...
And poor Chisk tries to jerk away only for the tug to flare to pain as they pull against the purple heart ensnared on a strand. Their breathing rate is rapidly skyrocketing, and they are vibrating in place.]
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They can dish it out but they can't take it.They make a small squeaky mumbling noise that could be a thanks or could be a 'don't look at me': anything, really. Even they don't really know.
And then... there's an uncomfortable hollow pulsing sensation in their chest and their breath hitches and there's a flash of purple and a tugging sensation-
Suddenly the small cubicle is criss-crossed with glowing purple strings at various angles and attachment points; floors, ceiling, walls...
And poor Chisk tries to jerk away only for the tug to flare to pain as they pull against the purple heart ensnared on a strand. Their breathing rate is rapidly skyrocketing, and they are vibrating in place.]