Arthur glanced over at his computer desk, which was pretty sturdy, and stood about waist high. "Like this?" He stepped over to it and leaned back against it, demonstrating it was the right height.
Where is this going….
Cyrin hums, walking over and pressing his hand into the desk, and the shifts his whole body to face Arthur, standing perpendicular with the desk, keeping his hand on it, "Stand like this but face me. I'm going to show you how to put your foot in your mouth just like I promised."
Arthur had to laugh, then, just a little. He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting, but this was not it.
He followed instructions though, grinning at Cyrin.
Cyrin hums softly, "First, we need to strech. If you don't stretch you could pull a muscle or something. But I'm sure you know that."
He hums, "Normally, this-" he motions to the desk, "Would be a bar, something you could firmly grab and hold onto. But I'm sure you have good balace. Anyways, can you do the splits? If not, that's fine, there are other ways to strech."
Arthur just blinked at him.
Now, the fact was that he could do the splits, but his athleticism was something he generally didn't show people.
"Umm… what are the other ways to stretch?"
Cyrin hums, turning and facing the desk nd looking at it, "Putting the majority of your leg and your foot on your desk." He looks back at Arthur.
Arthur did so, working at keeping his balance, his arms out to his sides. "Now what?"
Cyrin watches, quiet for a moment, “Now, reach over and grab your foot. Put your torso as flush as you can with your leg without hurting yourself.”
Arthur bent easily, grabbing his foot, and laid his torso down almost parallel with his leg. "Like this?"
Cyrin nods, “Is anything strching?”
Arthur chuckled. "Yes, I thought that was the whole point." He grinned up at Cyrin. "How long do you want me to hold this?"
“Until you feel stretched out and then do it with with the other leg.”
Arthur held for about 30 seconds, before switching legs. He held that for about 30 seconds as well, before turning back to look at Cyrin. "Next?"
Cyrin shrugs slightly, “I mean. . . I think you could already put your foot in your mouth with out my help.” He watches Arthur stretch, “That doesn’t look hard for you at all.”
He thinks for a moment, “Put on hand on the desk, then lift your foot, grabbing your ankle with your hand and lift it as high as you can without bending it.”
Arthur managed to get his foot up pretty high. "I dont know, I feel like it's the bending my leg to get my foot into my mouth bit I'd fail at."
“No bending yet. That can be a little harder, I just wanna see how high you get.”
Arthur nodded, and managed to get his heel up by his forehead.
Flexibility was just one of the things that being a Revenant helped with.
Cyrin watches, “Now. . . Try to bend your knee.”
Sixclaw was losing his mind. This was ridiculous! What did this have to do with anything!?
But Arthur assured him it was all part of getting Cyrin's trust, getting him hooked further into the relationship, and then breaking him.
Arthur bent his knee, which left his foot stuck out in front of him, even with his knee tucked to his chest. "Yeah, but how do I get the foot to my mouth?"
Cyrin snickers, “Here.” He gently reaches out, placing one hand on his for and the other on his knee, gently turning the limb so his knee pointed outward to the lef and his foot to the right, “If it start to hurt, tell me and I’ll stop.”
"Oh." Arthur laughed and touched his cheek with his foot. "I guess I could, couldn't I… weird." He winked at Cyrin. "I'm not actually putting my foot in my mouth. But glad to know I could."
He paused in the position for a moment, glancing at Cyrin's hands on his leg, the gentle touch making him smile.
"You're not hurting me, Cyrin. Don't worry." he said quietly.
Cyrin laughs softly, “I know. I don’t either. But there are some moves I do where it comes close. Not many, and I’ve only had one or two routines like that, but still.”
“Well, there are some people this position would hurt. Usually because they aren’t flexible, didn’t stretch enough and the like.” He looks at Arthur, “I’m not worried about me hurting you, I just. . . Don’t want you to pull a muscle or anything.” He pauses and then laughs, “I guess that is me worrying.”
He steps back, letting go, “Can you hold it though, with out my help?”
Arthur's eyebrows went up. "Oh, you do this to music and stuff… that's…. that seems hard."
He had to smile at Cyrin's concern. "Thanks for worrying… I'm ok though."
Cyrin let go, and Arthur held the position fine, now that he knew what he was supposed to be doing. "like this?"
Cyrin nods, “Yes, I do. It’s not that hard for me, but I’ve been doing it almost my whole life.”
He smiles slightly, “Yes, just like that.”
Arthur nodded. "I bet you'd be good at it by now. Probably keeps you pretty flexible, huh?" He winked, hoping that wasn't too flirty for Cyrin.
Though he did quirk an eyebrow after a moment. "Ok, just like this. Now what? Why am I holding this?"