[ there are so many things that are wrong about this, but aventurine can't bring himself to care. he doesn't want ratio to pull out, because having him close ( this close ) is one of the only things keeping him mollified. he's sure that he'd be freaking the fuck out otherwise. how many times had this thing killed him already? half a dozen?? ] ...center, beneath the sternum. It feels like, like it's right there. [ he shakily moves a hand to his chest, trying not to immediately claw at himself, but he ultimately does, dragging his nails over his chest as the creature presses up against them in turn. ]

What do you mean redirect?