★You chuckle lowly, having successfully robbed a bank with your other comrades, now you're running down the street with a suitcase full of money, and you yelp when you're suddenly lifted from the ground, making you drop the suitcase and forcing you to look back.

★His fingers manifest tentacles, since that's what he ate this afternoon, they wrap tightly around your body, stopping you from escaping.

★Tho he looks kinda (rather) shy and nervous at the way 'his' tentacles grip your body; a soft blush appeared on his cheeks as he gulped nervously, looking away from you but not loosening his grip.