[ With a sharp inhale, an barely audible gulp, Irving shivers too, his wrists straining slightly in their cuffs. If he weren't restrained he would no doubt have his hands up right now, pointless (or rather, redundant) though it'd still be as a gesture, considering how very clearly harmless and helpless he is like this either way.
The sound the slide makes distracts his attention for just a moment, eyes darting back to the pistol with nearly curious interest as some irreverent part of his brain can't help but make note of how different the weapon is from any firearms he's ever seen or held, himself-- not that it matters, really, not much, except to make the situation just that much harder to predict.
Irving swallows again, slow, trying to focus. His heartbeat is so loud in his ears that it drowns out almost all other sound except for Cheol-gang's voice, which rings with a clear authoritative tone Irving is simply conditioned by now to respond to with his full attention.
On the floor. Now.
Except that Irving's already on his knees, is that not...? He breathes in slowly, eyes large and questioning as they move from the gun back up to Cheol-gang's face, before he bites his lip and awkwardly starts to lean his body forward and hips back until he's prone, his chest hitting the floor with a rough thump. ]
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The sound the slide makes distracts his attention for just a moment, eyes darting back to the pistol with nearly curious interest as some irreverent part of his brain can't help but make note of how different the weapon is from any firearms he's ever seen or held, himself-- not that it matters, really, not much, except to make the situation just that much harder to predict.
Irving swallows again, slow, trying to focus. His heartbeat is so loud in his ears that it drowns out almost all other sound except for Cheol-gang's voice, which rings with a clear authoritative tone Irving is simply conditioned by now to respond to with his full attention.
On the floor. Now.
Except that Irving's already on his knees, is that not...? He breathes in slowly, eyes large and questioning as they move from the gun back up to Cheol-gang's face, before he bites his lip and awkwardly starts to lean his body forward and hips back until he's prone, his chest hitting the floor with a rough thump. ]
Like this, do you mean?