[ There's no doubt in his mind that the man is doing this on purpose. It's almost comical how wrong he's standing, and Ratio for a moment considers not entertaining it, but...
It's like there's a magnet inside of him pulling him towards the blonde, forgoing personal space to adjust his hips and his arms, pressing chest to back, his mouth dangerously close to his ear. ]
Like so, [ he says, his voice pitched lower, meant only for his temporary student to hear. ] The angles are what's important.
Bend yourself incorrectly, [ he continues, placing his hands over Aventurine's, guiding his arms and hips with his own, ] and you run the risk of failure.
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It's like there's a magnet inside of him pulling him towards the blonde, forgoing personal space to adjust his hips and his arms, pressing chest to back, his mouth dangerously close to his ear. ]
Like so, [ he says, his voice pitched lower, meant only for his temporary student to hear. ] The angles are what's important.
Bend yourself incorrectly, [ he continues, placing his hands over Aventurine's, guiding his arms and hips with his own, ] and you run the risk of failure.