And you're Half-Broken Jonathan. [ assuming his name, like uncle-but-really-dad john's is actually that.

with a grunt, she follows him, pushing as much as her human, wiry weight against the bookshelf that she can. being a doppelgänger has to help in this situation, surely?

voice stressed, she mutters, ] I might brainstorm your nickname a little. Raggedy, broken man seems a bit mean. You look like you brushed your hair before you got beaten up. [ she smiles at him, hopefully reading him right as being someone who likes to be teased more than he likes to be skirted around.

then scrunches up her face to keep pushing. ]