#turnedashes

     “Hey, hey... is any of this... necessary?”

The chair squeaks under Yuichiro as he shimmies in the seat this way and that, albeit by little inches of itty bitty movement. He deflates, and wriggles inside the tied ropes around his torso. Gah... it made his wrists itch when he does that. He stops with another grumble, head falling as he stares at the floor for but a moment. Then, he’s looking up once more, brow furrowed as a whine edges in his voice.