Jumping in the Deep End

[BlackAkuma]

Of course, the first question was about her legs. What else would they be about? Never mind asking if he was okay or anything.

Keith supposed he couldn't be too mad about that, as much as he wanted to be, since he’d kind of set himself for this fate - still it was a little hard to keep that sort of clarity with the distinct lack of breathable oxygen going on. He was less trying to escape now - because he knew that wasn’t going to happen unless he figured out how to safely to detach his skull - and more just trying to figure out a way to keep his oxygen pathways sufficiently supplied for him to breathe. The rain splashing against his face wasn’t helping, either.

”Forgive me.” He replied through his scrunched face and gritted teeth. ”By all means. Proceed.”

Keith was grateful for her easing up a bit though, letting him taking in strained breaths. It felt less like he was wearing a noose and more like a collar, the implacable strength wasn’t going anywhere. Loose iron bars were still iron bars.

”Right, next question.” The intern cleared his throat and spoke up, getting a little more comfortable, now, though he was still trying way too hard not to stare at Tris’ legs. Keith told himself that was because he couldn't’ stand to see his boss in pain. Certainly. ”Lots of calls for you to do different moves and stuff. Grapevines, figure-fours, uh…facesits. And there’s this one guy who keeps asking stuff that I’m just not going to repeat, I think the mods are going to ban him soon.”

He took a moment to wipe the phone clear, then lean in. "Here's one - BigWilly asks - 'Are you into hentai wrestling? With a body like...' And there's a thirsty emoji and an eggplant'."

While that went on, Keith tried to subtly move over to his side and reach for Tris’ ankles while she was relaxed, hoping he could pull them apart and get his freedom if he was quick enough.