[Rindo walks slowly alongside, watching Gladion's movements with obvious, sympathetic concern. He does at least seem fine to move, but that look he gives him is… Well. This has to be horribly disorienting. Maybe a higher vantage point would help…?]
Um… Didn't wanna just pick you up without asking, but you can ride on my shoulder if you want. I don't mind.
[He stops to meet Gladion's gaze as he speaks. Everything about this is weird, but what else is new? At least Gladion's back now—that's Rindo's primary concern. Call it a habit or an assumption from his time living with Swallow and her housemates, but form changes always did strike him as temporary. It's not like he has faith in it—certainly not enough to make any hollow unprompted attempts at reassuring Gladion that he'll go back to normal soon enough—it's just that, whatever the hell may be going on in this particular instance, the alternative is hard to imagine.]
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Um… Didn't wanna just pick you up without asking, but you can ride on my shoulder if you want. I don't mind.
[He stops to meet Gladion's gaze as he speaks. Everything about this is weird, but what else is new? At least Gladion's back now—that's Rindo's primary concern. Call it a habit or an assumption from his time living with Swallow and her housemates, but form changes always did strike him as temporary. It's not like he has faith in it—certainly not enough to make any hollow unprompted attempts at reassuring Gladion that he'll go back to normal soon enough—it's just that, whatever the hell may be going on in this particular instance, the alternative is hard to imagine.]