[Miguel feels hands around his neck and makes the distinct realization that the other end of the string had come up to meet him. He turns around... ]
Boiml-
[ ... and is promptly smacked on the cheek by the back of his own tied hand! All the pent-up rubber band energy had yanked it at full force, as if retaliating for his obstinance. This jostles Miguel off his corner, dusting them with the splinters of broken wood and dust.
Luckily, they only fall for a split-second or two before he webs himself to the wall - tensing some of the muscles in the process, as one does while climbing. ]
Boimler - I have a feeling that I can't just cut this thing, but you should hold on anyway.
[ The arm blades materialize off his non-tied wrist. Anything to wriggle out of the greatest terror of all: emotional vulnerability. ]
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Boiml-
[ ... and is promptly smacked on the cheek by the back of his own tied hand! All the pent-up rubber band energy had yanked it at full force, as if retaliating for his obstinance. This jostles Miguel off his corner, dusting them with the splinters of broken wood and dust.
Luckily, they only fall for a split-second or two before he webs himself to the wall - tensing some of the muscles in the process, as one does while climbing. ]
Boimler - I have a feeling that I can't just cut this thing, but you should hold on anyway.
[ The arm blades materialize off his non-tied wrist. Anything to wriggle out of the greatest terror of all: emotional vulnerability. ]