( this isn't real. that's right — it's just a simulation he'd stepped into in order to help out with … whatever they're trying to learn about the past. without having any other simulated experiences to compare this one to, he has to wonder just what this place had going for it.
or. something.
her being tactile is something of a breath of fresh air, so to speak, for a lack of better phrasing; he's always liked to think of himself as somewhere in the neutral middle, never wanting to push boundaries by invading personal space but never wanting to present himself as someone that's closed off, and she … gives off the kind of air that makes him relax even without that small touch. and that's saying something.
this man was probably stressed out straight out of the womb. no — he was just born tired. we're pretty sure he and stress weren't properly introduced until after he'd joined up with the garrison. possibly after he and two out of four holts had been taken by the galra. somewhere around there, but that's not important.
the point we're trying to make here is that, already, he's almost forgotten that he was seconds away from panicking in the first place. how do you do that, mercy? magic?
the sound of her voice is soothing; it's soft and sincere in a way that has him wanting to listen, even if he would have regardless, and for a handful of seconds he's able to block out all that background noise, focus on her words and her presence and where … did that bobby pin come from? which is a question that doesn't really matter and not one he's about to ask, because she's asking for his help and he ends up manipulating the metal easily, the line of his mouth kicked up just a little bit at the corner. ) True, but there was still the decision to help out with these things in the first place. ( 'these things' meaning 'memories from the past' —
but there's no point in dwelling on the things neither of them have any control over. )Not the best display of my decision-making skills. All of my simulation experience up to now has involved flying.
( good lord, please don't apologize for those jokes, because that actually makes him crack a full grin and he huffs out a laugh, a quiet one, but exceptionally real. has anyone ever been able to say they've found themselves chuckling in jail? ) I'm Shiro. And if I told you all my stories of being held prisoner, you might get the wrong impression.
( okay so maybe you're not going to be the only one with the jokes. we never promised that, anyway. )
asdkjh my intention was not murder but i can't be sorry because this is wonderful already??? jeez
or. something.
her being tactile is something of a breath of fresh air, so to speak, for a lack of better phrasing; he's always liked to think of himself as somewhere in the neutral middle, never wanting to push boundaries by invading personal space but never wanting to present himself as someone that's closed off, and she … gives off the kind of air that makes him relax even without that small touch. and that's saying something.
this man was probably stressed out straight out of the womb. no — he was just born tired. we're pretty sure he and stress weren't properly introduced until after he'd joined up with the garrison. possibly after he and two out of four holts had been taken by the galra. somewhere around there, but that's not important.
the point we're trying to make here is that, already, he's almost forgotten that he was seconds away from panicking in the first place. how do you do that, mercy? magic?
the sound of her voice is soothing; it's soft and sincere in a way that has him wanting to listen, even if he would have regardless, and for a handful of seconds he's able to block out all that background noise, focus on her words and her presence and where … did that bobby pin come from? which is a question that doesn't really matter and not one he's about to ask, because she's asking for his help and he ends up manipulating the metal easily, the line of his mouth kicked up just a little bit at the corner. ) True, but there was still the decision to help out with these things in the first place. ( 'these things' meaning 'memories from the past' —
but there's no point in dwelling on the things neither of them have any control over. ) Not the best display of my decision-making skills. All of my simulation experience up to now has involved flying.
( good lord, please don't apologize for those jokes, because that actually makes him crack a full grin and he huffs out a laugh, a quiet one, but exceptionally real. has anyone ever been able to say they've found themselves chuckling in jail? ) I'm Shiro. And if I told you all my stories of being held prisoner, you might get the wrong impression.
( okay so maybe you're not going to be the only one with the jokes. we never promised that, anyway. )