[ he waits to hear if kaiser will add anything on, but isn't surprised nor dismayed when he doesn't. then that means he will have to continue blind, taking cues and being wary of his nose getting broke. not ideal, but not an immediate deterrent. neither is the ankle tucking in and further trapping him in place, nor the oddly soft way kaiser brushes through the scruff of his hair.
noa feels nothing from it. he has never rejected kindness outright, but he recognizes the inherent manipulation behind the curtain. it isn't something people consciously consider, not the majority anyway, but that doesn't make it any less true. every glance, touch, and word can be a soothing balm or a weapon to cut someone down at their most vulnerable. that's why he prefers rivals to lovers - the balm is gone and only the sword remains. the promise of doom, the inevitability of destruction, is more honest than affection ever can be.
breaking this hold would be an easy task when he's physically bulkier and can exert it at will. instead, he thinks he'll give kaiser what he wants. he breathes in slow, measured and purposeful, and lets the natural physiological reaction of synchronized heart rates settle in. then he relaxes the tension held in each section of his body, permitting it to melt away with the flip of a switch, and gradually makes himself heavier. if being crushed was the goal, then kaiser may well achieve it.
but that isn't enough for noa. he slowly sways his left arm back and forth until he can loosen and pull it out from the tight hold kaiser's leg has on him. then he reaches to grip into the outer-thigh, fingers pushing into the hip before dragging down to map the muscle covered by sweatpants. his right hand remains on the shoulder, limp and unneeded in noa's current move. its kept there as a reminder that he can resume his work at any moment he chooses. ]
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noa feels nothing from it. he has never rejected kindness outright, but he recognizes the inherent manipulation behind the curtain. it isn't something people consciously consider, not the majority anyway, but that doesn't make it any less true. every glance, touch, and word can be a soothing balm or a weapon to cut someone down at their most vulnerable. that's why he prefers rivals to lovers - the balm is gone and only the sword remains. the promise of doom, the inevitability of destruction, is more honest than affection ever can be.
breaking this hold would be an easy task when he's physically bulkier and can exert it at will. instead, he thinks he'll give kaiser what he wants. he breathes in slow, measured and purposeful, and lets the natural physiological reaction of synchronized heart rates settle in. then he relaxes the tension held in each section of his body, permitting it to melt away with the flip of a switch, and gradually makes himself heavier. if being crushed was the goal, then kaiser may well achieve it.
but that isn't enough for noa. he slowly sways his left arm back and forth until he can loosen and pull it out from the tight hold kaiser's leg has on him. then he reaches to grip into the outer-thigh, fingers pushing into the hip before dragging down to map the muscle covered by sweatpants. his right hand remains on the shoulder, limp and unneeded in noa's current move. its kept there as a reminder that he can resume his work at any moment he chooses. ]