( he reaches for crais' shoulder, gives it a bit of squeeze of warning, and then he begins. each blow falls measured, sharp. he varies where he strikes, so it's not always on the same spot. the pressure too is never twice the same, though it's by design rather than an accident of human strength. he's lived in this body for so long that his awareness of it goes well beyond instinct.
the rhythm is easy to fall into. the cane cuts the air, the bite of it against crais' ass, the lift of his arm to do it again. halfway to the twenty mark, he switches sides and hands so that it's even from both sides. )
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the rhythm is easy to fall into. the cane cuts the air, the bite of it against crais' ass, the lift of his arm to do it again. halfway to the twenty mark, he switches sides and hands so that it's even from both sides. )