[ His frown deepens considerably and he looks at the other man for a long time without saying anything, measuring the weight of him in a stare and trying to figure out who is this Ivan. Clearly not someone worthy of any respect if he's going to be spoken to in this way.
Illya decides to replicate the movement he saw the other do, leg stretch out and feet firm on another object to propel them in a different direction. Easy enough. Only he doesn't do it with a chair. There are no chairs around him.
Miles is the closest thing around him.
He makes no remark on being addressed as Ivan or being told he's dangling uselessly. He just looks annoyed at being spoken to at all. He forces a small, wry smile on his face. ]
Little man, come here.
[ He doesn't wait for Miles to get close enough. Illya quickly grabs Miles' shoulders with both hands, he tucks his feet in and uses Miles' chest as a spring board. ]
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Illya decides to replicate the movement he saw the other do, leg stretch out and feet firm on another object to propel them in a different direction. Easy enough. Only he doesn't do it with a chair. There are no chairs around him.
Miles is the closest thing around him.
He makes no remark on being addressed as Ivan or being told he's dangling uselessly. He just looks annoyed at being spoken to at all. He forces a small, wry smile on his face. ]
Little man, come here.
[ He doesn't wait for Miles to get close enough. Illya quickly grabs Miles' shoulders with both hands, he tucks his feet in and uses Miles' chest as a spring board. ]